I dreamed I went home to MS to visit family. On the day I was to return to AL I woke up just in time to see my mom (currently deceased) and my cousin climb into a vehicle and drive off, presumably to go to Mom's cancer appointment. They didn't even say goodbye.
I felt sad, but this wasn't entirely unexpected. I go to pack my things in the truck I was driving home and realized it was one that had been lent to me. I decided I wanted to "strike out on my own" so I was going to find my own way back, without the truck. As I am unpacking it a construction crew comes rumbling down our little country road fixing power lines. One of the trucks runs directly into our yard and drops a utility pole across the truck while also pushing the truck into the side of the house.
I was freaked out, devastated, confused, and in hysterics. How was I going to explain this to my mom and my cousin? Who would believe me, as the construction crew now rumbled on down the road?
I went back into the house and Big DeeDee from Half & Half (my favorite show), is in the kitchen staring at the stove. She is wearing silk pajamas and, though she doesn't really cook she is making herself breakfast. I tell her what happened but she shrugs it off, saying "I'm too rich to care". But she does sit down with me as I break down and cry. Tears dry pretty quickly, though, and we watch a game show.
At 11:05am I suddenly jump up - I remember I was supposed to be at work at 8am! I haven't even logged in to let my team know I would have to work remote, and now all my jobs are late. I fumble with my phone, trying to send a hangout to the team, but the battery is nearly dead and I can hardly see the screen to type. I go into hysterics again, Big DeeDee patting my back and yawning sympathetically, as I wail "I can't do this anymore!"
And then I wake up with a headache.
