Yesterday morning I had a dream in which I was talking to Methos from the Highlander Series; New Years Day being the second day in a row in which a TV Character from that series appeared in my dreams. MacLeod was in a dream I had on the 31st of December, and he was an immortal born in 1492. At the launch of the series, he was 400 years old. Methos from yesterday’s dream was said to be 5,000 years old in that same series.
In this second dream with Methos in it, I was cutting something out of a blog post to the clip board so that I could modify it in another application before repasting it into the body of the post again. But I had switched a mode of the computer that seemed to be akin to Safe Mode before attempting to paste the modified post back into the post editor, which was still present on my screen, despite the shift to what we will call Safe Mode. But… “I wasn’t able to do it because my screen reader had started acting up; making it difficult to be sure of what I was doing.”
Methos said to me, “Just click on something and see what happens.” I told him I didn’t want to do that because I was concerned I might activate the wrong thing or just lose everything I had already done with regard to the post. And then… “The dream Ended.”
Then, this morning, I had a dream about talking with Gibbs’s girlfriend about staying young. She was saying something about leaving her old age in a caldron in the bottom of the ocean that was on the other side of a continent, far away from her. I was concerned that Gibbs (an NCIS agent) might get the idea I was sleeping with his girlfriend if he caught me talking to her. She reminded me of Susan from Retro; a woman who used to be in my spin classes and totally enjoyed checking out my ass when on the bike behind me. “She wasn’t quiet about it either!”
Anyhow… The dream ended with me having this concern about Gibbs getting the wrong idea and I’m starting to think that There’s a pattern to all this. But I can’t quite figure out what it all means other than the fact that they are all TV characters who’ve stepped outside the law in the name of justice and righteousness and gotten away with it.
Beyond that… I’m not sure. But I do know the dreams will continue until I can figure it out.
I even ran these first three dreams past Julia and she’s not sure either. We both agree that NCIS, when converted to numbers equals 9, which is one of my snow symbols. But other than that, she just kissed me this morning and said, “You’ll figure it out. I know you will. This is your wheelhouse and you’re damned good at it.”
I love the faith Julia has in me. I really do. She’s the first woman in my life who actually knows that telling me, “You’re going the wrong way,” is anything but helpful. She even gets why I move the way I do at times, me recently discovering that she secretly enlisted the services of a mobility instructor from the New Jersey Commission for the Blind to teach her why I might do some of the things I do.
I laughed when she finally told me about it and just said, “You could have just asked.” Her response? “What? And make you have to explain yourself more than you already do?”
She then laughed and said, “Besides… I’d rather have other conversations with you that are far more meaningful than the intricacies of navigating a sidewalk while blind. You and I are capable of conversations far more meaningful and way deeper than that.”
And… I do have to admit… “We often do have really deep conversations.” Sometimes chats are only eight inches deep. “But deep all the same.”
We went to A&G Pizza in Andover today and were rather disappointed when after waiting for over 10 minutes at a table, another group of people walked in and were waited upon immediately. So, we got up and went to the Hampton Diner instead.
It’s strange how people notice when you get up and start walking towards the door. And… From what Julia tells me, “We weren’t the only ones who bailed.”
But Kat at the Hampton Diner was more than happy to Wait on us. So, Julia gave her a nice tip before we went on our way.
An interesting thing happened around 8:00 PM this evening though. Our doorbell rang and it was the owner of A&G. He asked if he could speak with us for a minute when I went to answer the door. So, Julia and I looked at each other before inviting him in. It was like we both knew exactly what was happening before he stepped into our house. And… Sure enough… “He was there to apologize for what happened.”
He promised to make it worth our time if we’d give him and his staff another chance. We agreed we would and after chatting over coffee for a bit he went on his way sounding much better than when he arrived.
After he left, we sat on the couch for a long time in silence before Julia slid close to me and gave me a big hug and kiss. “There’s something you don’t see every day,” she said. “But I’m not sorry we walked out.” I agreed with her and said, “I think I was the one heading for the door before you were even on your feet.”
She said, “You were. But I get it. What they did was wrong, and you had every right to be pissed.”
She then hugged me and said, “I think that it’s safe to say you were professionally pissed. Friendly to all appearances but radiating an anger that could be felt rather than seen. I do think you could stand in for our refrigerator when you get like that.”
She was laughing as she stopped speaking and just held on to me tightly for a few minutes before heading off for a shower and then bed. And now… “I think I shall join her!”