I woke up last night somewhere around 3 a.m. with a purring cat on my chest. Half awake, I padded to the bathroom for a middle-of-the-night pee and marveled at how much the sound of my slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor mirrored the sound my mother makes when she does her own late-night slipper shuffle. Another begrudged tick on the "how I'm like my mother" list. After I had curled back into bed and the aforementioned cat had once again cozied himself against my body (much to my contentment), my mind started wandering - half awake and half in dreamland.
This is a normal occurrence for me - these late night, somewhat insomniatic fantasies. Last night I imagined that I was on the game show Deal or No Deal. This isn't a dream I'm telling you about, lest you think I'm one of those annoying people who thinks anyone is interested in her dreams (I know that the only time anyone wants to hear about someone else's dreams is when it's about them, or there's naked people involved), but what I'm speaking of are more like daydreams,with some misfiring neurons due to recent REM sleep thrown in for good measure.
Anyway, Deal or No Deal. I was wearing my yellow blouse with the ruffled bib and a high waisted skirt in navy blue. I looked adorable, and my family and friends cheered me on from the audience as I had to decide between the remaining two suitcases, one containing a million dollars or something (the number kept changing) and the other a paltry amount. I don't remember what I chose, but I fell asleep thinking that first thing in the morning, I needed to figure out how to register to be a contestant on this game show.
When I got to work this morning I remember that there had been something I wanted to do. What was it??? I knew I had to finish watching this week's episode of The Biggest Loser (a show I just started watching and am totally enthralled with) and that it had been painfully long since I posted a blog entry, a thought which came with the familiar overwhelming guilt I've come so accustomed to in my writing career...but there was something else. Oh yes! I wanted to...sign up...for...Deal or No Deal??? What the fuck? I've watched that show like twice in my entire life, and why the hell would I even get on it if I had the patience to register myself for it?!
Anyway, the point of this story is that they're not casting for Deal or No Deal right now, so I'll have to think of another way to become rich and fulfill my middle of the night fantasies. Or I could just gain 200 pounds and get on The Biggest Loser. Man that's a good show.
What's your most random fantasy?