Alpe d’Huez

Tomorow I will be going home after spending a week in France. Because of that week, this could be a very long post. If so, sorry, if not, you’re welcome.

So… France…. I’ll start at the beginning, sort of… My partner is a racing cyclist. Just for fun, not proffesionally. They cycle with some friends. My partner loves it, because it keeps them fit and they can clear their mind. Most of the times they train for semi-small events, but last year they decided to do something big.

If you’ve never heard of this, there’s this event that raises money for cancer research. The participants collect money, and they will take part in this huge event in return. Taking part entails walking or cycling from the base to the top of Alpe d’Huez. If you cycle you van do this once, but you can also do this six times maximum. My partner wanted to go up at least three times, and so the training began.

Of course we partners wanted to come along as support, so that’s six adults. Because this would be our first time participating one of the cyclists suggested to take part in a team that had been in a previous year. They did. We as partners never met them before we actually arrived on the mountain, all people that came as support had special shirts, we didn’t. Let’s just dat, we didn’t feel like part of a team, and we tried at the beginning, but in the end we decided we could do without the others, and so we did.

Well back to the beginning of our trip. A twelve hour drive, including breaks. Then we arrive at a hotel, where we booked a six person appartment. One of us supporters couldn’t make it, because of a family member that passed away, so we het there with five adults and the man at the reception seems confused that we wanted to get five adults in the appartment. He recovered himself and said that wouldn’t be a problem. Right….

This is the lay-out of the appartment we had to spend our week. You open the door and on your righthand side there’s a bunk bed. At the head of the bed is the door to the toilet. At your left hand side when standing at the door, so opposite the bunk bed, is a door to a bedroom with a double bed and just enough room to stand beside it on one side. At the end of this halway, where only one person fits (and still they manage to hang a coat rack) is the door to the shower. It has a bath! And you shower in the bath where upon the floor turns into a pool. On your left hand it opens to a kitchen with a dish-washer. If two people are in it it becomes difficult to move, you then go through a door into the living room where there’s a couch that turns into a double bed and a tablet with seven chairs. Take a seat and stay, or bump into eachother at every turn. Then there’s a balcony. The view from our room makes up for the confined space. The picture for this blog is that view.

At the beginning of the week the cyclists of our group tried if they could het up the mountain. They could. Especially going down on the bike is scary. On thursday the climb would start for real. All of use got up at a quarter past two at night. The cyclists would go down at half past four and the event would start at half past five. The cyclists would be allowed to cycle up in groups. We supporters wanted to wave them off on the trip down. They went there on their bikes, we walked. Uppon arriving we couldn’t find them. There where other cyclists, ours had already left so we went back to the appartment to get all the good and drinks and stuff we needed to re-supply Them for their next trip down. We found a good spot and ‘took’ it at a quarter to five. Than the waiting began. The first cyclists started to arrive and we cheered on as many people as we could. After all, they all did something spectaculair, they went up the mountain to get that research money.

At first there was only mist. Every dat before had been Sunny, but this dat started in the clouds. It was so cold. Now emagine going down in cycle gear. The first time is bound to be cold, the seconden time is bound to be even folder, because of all the sweating during the climb. Supporters wore winter coats to Stay warm. My partner cycled up the mountain three times!!!! I’m so proud of them. And not only Them, but everyone that participated.

Tonight we will celebrate, tomorow we’ll go home. If the three cyclists of our group decide to do this again in the future I’m in Trouble however, because the other supporter in our appartment and I have said we would walk up the mountain if they ever go again. My partner told me to start training… Oops. Well it is for a good course, so I’ll put money (mine and that of people that Will hopefully sponsor me if it comes to pass) where my mouth is.

Love, dreamer

Magical dream

In the first part of my dream I am on some kind of exchange project with a whole lot of people I know from my different jobs and friends. I don’t know why, but somehow we are divided in groups and each group is doing a job they haven’t done before for one week. I am excited. I great the people I know that are doing another job than I am. Don’t ask me what it is I’m doing, because I have no clue. I only know I liked it, because I felt happy. One group was working at burger king, that struck me as odd and not that much fun.

My group went to get something to eat (not at the burger king!!) and from our table we could see someone else we knew. I said hi to him. He said hi back. Then I started to ask him a question, he dropped somethings on the ground and started yelling at me I should not keep him from listening to his teacher. Apparently he was in some sort of course for the job he was doing this week. I didn’t know that, I was just being friendly! I felt pissed when he reacted like that, so I decided to keep talking to him to a minimum from now on. If he wanted it, he could have it. I would just be civil and only say hi from now on. No more talking with him if he could react like that without notice.

My group was done eating, we talked a bit about the outrageous reaction of our ‘friend’ and about our own experience in the exchange project. We decided to go for a walk. One of us needed to get her leave blowers returned to her. The groundskeeper of the castle we stayed at had taken them away from her. So we go get them. The groundskeeper is not happy with those blowers, because instead of using them for cleaning the yard, they were used to just blow leaves around, for fun, because the owner found that a beautiful sight. Later on in my dream I know this person is my youngest sister, so from now on I will refer to her a my sister, so it will be easier for me to write about it.

So my sister loves playing around with leave blowers, because of she can help the leaves dance through the air. The groundskeeper is not amused by this, so he had taken them away from her. When my sister asked him to give them back to her he says sure and takes us to this small shack. He opens the door, we walk inside and there are two strange things leaning against the wall. One thing is for sure, they are not leave blowers. We don’t know what they are. The groundkeeper had this glint in his eye and tells us casually he has burned the leave blowers. She can have the two weed burners instead. That way, when she is playing around, he’ll get something out of it to. Not a very smart move, pissing of a woman and giving her something that shoots a stream of fire. My sister picks one up, examines it to find how to turn them on and once she found the right button points it towards the groundskeeper. At this point he realises his mistake and starts running. My sister is laughing like a maniak and runs after him.

After all that we need a break, so we decide on lounging by the water right along the castle wall. There are some kids playing in the water. A woman tells them not to walk in too far, because the floor drops away quite sudden. I know her and the kids, so after I heard her tell this to the little girl I raised my voice to the little boy when I told him to come back to the shore, because he was wandering in even further. The woman didn’t seem to react, so I figured it might be ok, but I kept my eye on the boy, just in case. It didn’t take long or… he disappeared in the blink of an eye. The woman went in after him. I kept my eye on the spot in the water, and when I thought it took her too long I went in after them. At that point they both surfaced. That was a close one.

My sister has been exploring all this time and found a well on one of the castle walls. It has a roof with a nest in it and a hole in the side of the well itself. She crawls in and somehow it changes. The walls fall to the sides, the roof tilts away, it turns into a huge fan, like those things they use in movies to create wind. My sister is so happy. The groundskeeper might have given her burners, she has a blower again! When the thing turns on the castle starts flying with all of us on board. My sister is even more curious and  wanders around some more. She finds a canon and I don’t know how but somehow she turns it into a weapon of mass destruction that shoots a nonstop stream of fire, like the weed burner, but much bigger. She didn’t want to, but it happened because she thought of what happened before.

Everyone is mad. My sister is trying to stop the fire and get us back to the ground, we don’t have a clue on how to do that..

The canon is in a room that has this beautiful cupboard. It has two doors on top and lots of drawers on the bottom. If you have seen the live action movie ‘beauty and the beast’ just think of the wardrobe that tries to dress Belle, it looks a lot like that.

The castle makes a turn and out of the corner of my eye I see a door or drawer of the cupboard open and reveille a page of a book.  I don’t know where I saw the page, because it was out of site again in no time. I run to the cupboard, thinking this could be the answer. I open one drawer after another, nothing. I open one of the doors……. Yes! It is a page from a book, and I had seen a book earlier. I figure if thing can change in this castle, maybe putting this page back with the book is all I have to do.

I run to the book, it turns out to be the first page. I put it in its place… nothing. I read the page. It is a warning to not start with the fire spells. Omg, it’s a spell book. I start flipping through the pages to get to the fire spells, in the hopes I find the one that has been used by accident, or to find the reversal spell and give it to my sister. Two girls are trying to read along over my shoulder. I turn around and shoo them. They look at me with disbelieve. I tell them they are not to read this. It is my sisters, someone they ridiculed, so they have to go. They try to walk just two steps so they can still read, but I make them leave. I try to find the right spell, but most of the text is difficult to read. Right at the moment I find the spell to use………..my partner wakes me up by accident.

They don’t think I’ll wake up if they are searching for a tv-remote under my body, because when I sprint out of bed once they get the remote I get the question: “How come you’re fully awake all of a sudden?” Well, maybe I was waking up because they were poking all along my body to feel if the remote was there. I started waking up, noticed I had been dreaming and needed to share it with all of you! So I get up, sprint downstairs and start writing down keywords. The last part of the dream is still fresh, but the beginning is fading fast.

I think I captured the whole thing though. How cool that my sister was this magical being in my dream!
So.. There you have it…yet another dream. I hope you enjoy them.

Love

Dreamer

A dream that’s a bit violent

I am cycling. In front of me are a woman on a scooter and a man on a bike with very small trainingwheels. It is obvious they belong together, but he never cycles at her side. He stays behind het. I stay behind Them, because we have about the same speed.

At one point we have to wait for a red ligt. When it turns green the woman accelerates pretty fast. That causes me to end up in between her and the man.
I give it all I have to pass her, so the two will be behind each other, but she keeps up the speed.
The man is still behind me. I try to create room for the woman to slow down, because the man doesn’t het up to her speed. She keeps up het speed though.
I hear the man say I have to show of, because my bike is an electronic one, so that’s why I am racing the woman, but he is wrong!

We arrive at a cash register (without our bikes and stuf). The man moves in front of me (next to the woman) and keeps ‘complaining’ about my behaviour. I start to argue that he’s wrong. Hij picks up a large bag to put on the conveyor belt, but makes sure to hit me on the head with it ‘by accident’.
I pull it of the conveyor belt and hit him a little bit harder ‘by accident’. He picks it up again, I hang back Just in time to avoid getting hit. He thought he hit me and had this smug smile on his face. That’s it, I had enough of this en dig my nails into the top of his hand. He screams in pain.

In the mean time we have arrived at the front of the line. There’s someone coming towards us, asking what’s the matter. I have been pushing my purse forward across the floor with my feet all this time and tell this person that the man had tried te steal it and I had reacties bij digging my nails in his hand. They believed me. The man was furious, but took his loss.

I start to pay for the things I wanted to by. There’s a nose spray among those things, and the moment it passes the scanner the lady behind the register says it will be 1200. 1200!!!!! That’s expensive. She takes the item of the list, scans it again and this time it comes to 4,95. That seemed more appropriate to me. I had already told her I didn’t want it if it was that expensive, so when 4,95 showed I told here that was a better price and how ridiculous it would have been to pay 1200 for a bit of nose spray.

At that moment a man steps forward and starts inspecting my nose. He pushes it and is finding out if I truly need it, or else I can’t even buy it. Luckily I am stuffed and have a bad cold, so he nods approvingly and I can go. I say my goodbyes. The moment I take my stuff and walk out I realise this is a cash register in a neighbouring country. A country I dan only communicate using both hand An feet, because I don’t speek the language.

I start wondering what language we used to get through the whole episode written up above, but am pretty sure it had been in my native language. At that point I woke up. Happy to be done with all that drama.

Love
Dreamer

Still no dreams

Not that I didn’t have any, just no noteworthy ones. That is no new ones to write about, but I am still working on desciphering the old ones. You Will be able to read them when I’m done, if that ever happens. For now on to other things.

On my way to the theatergroup I came upon something strange this week. Or rather we, because my partner drove me there and picked me up after rehearsal. But back to on out way there….

We were in the car on out way to rehearsal, I was thinking about a lot. The soup in my lap, because I hadn’t had time to eat yet, but I had finished maling it, so it was hot, in a tray, on my lap. I had the idea to take a last look at the script while my partner was driving, but those plans got thrown out of the window because of my brother calling my partner. He needed some help or information or something. I don’t know and honestly…. I don’t care. Point is, I ended up talking to my brother, because my partner asked him if he wanted to talk to me, yes hé did. No going over the script.

Well, when I said goodbye and pressed the button to end our call I looked through the windshield and a lot of questions came to mind. None of them regarding the call I just ended though. The thoughts entered because of the car in front of us.

I am used to an antenna on a car, but usually they are the length of my fore-arm, tops. This one however…. If you would stand it on the floor it would be as high as the car! It was a very thin one that reached straight for the sky. It made the car look freacky or weird or whatever. I couldn’t help but wonder… Why?

I asked my partner, they didn’t know either, but guessed it had something to do with cell reception. I had a lot of thoughts. Maybe it was an undercover spaceship. Or An undercover policecar that stood out a bit to much, but they needed this antenna to get the information from the houses we drive past. Maybe it was a time machine and the antenna was needed to make contact with energy cables in order for the thing to get enough power.

As you van read, enough imagination, but I Will stop here, so you van share your thoughts in the comment section.

Love dreamer

Different blog than I intended

So I intended to write down some dreams again, but that took more time than I thought, just like my last blog. This time I tried another speech to text app, but I was smart enough to have my voice-recorder on as well. Good thing to, because the app didn’t work. Now I am trying to type along with the voice-recorder, but that takes a lot of time too. So no dreams yet, instead just some ramblings, in order not to let another week slide by without a blog.

So what’s new in my life? Maybe I told you before, but I don’t feel like checking. I joined an acting group. A small group of six and now that I joined seven people. At first I would be the person to read lines when someone couldn’t be at rehearsel. But last week they told me I get to do a part for real.

The reason is not do great. The person that would play the role originaly has health problems, so I surely wish him well, but at the same time I am excited that I’ll be playing this role now, because it is a great piece: how the other half loves. So I am learning lines all the time now.

My memory isn’t the best one out there, but for some reason learning lines is something I can handle. As long as everyone knows their lines that is. As soon as I’ll have to improvise, run……

If there is something I stink at it’s improvising. A Nice play will become a disaster in no time at all. I’ll start stammering, my mind goes blank and before long every instinct I’ve got is telling me to leave the sinking ship.

That’s where I start to lose control of my body. It Will walk around without my mind telling it what to do. Hands grabbing decor pieces pulling down things that shouldn’t come down, everything collapsing around me….

At least that’s what happens in my mind when I have to improvise. In reality I just occupy a blank state, untill someone else gets me back on track by uttering a frase I recognise.

As you van read, I am looking forward to doing this play. I truly love doing this, so I’ll keep you informed.

Love dreamer

Dreams again

This is actually the blog I made for last week, but instead of typing I used a voice to text app. Sounded smart, but when I wanted to get it ready for the net…. Let’s just say I am late because this turned into a jigsaw puzzle. I don’t recall everything from the dreams, that’s why I used the app to begin with, but it recorded other words than I said, so……. I hope you can make something of it, but I can understand if you stop reading before the end, so just in case you won’t get there, let me say this: Love, Dreamer.

Okay I had a dream last night and two the night before. I’m starting with the one from last night because that’s the most disturbing one I think.

My dad is somehow alive because of some sci-fi thing that happened or something. He had come back from the dead. We had enjoyed his company a while longer than we would have if the sci-fi thing hadn’t happened in my dream. I forgot what it was, just that it was a sci-fi solution.

So my dad had been back with us and the first thing I remember in my dream is him standing in the middle of a room where doctors were present as well. He gets this funny look on his face, grabs hold of his chest, stands with his legs apart and topples over just like that. A doctor walks towards him and without doing anything declares him dead. The Sci-Fi thingy stopped working, it’s all the time we had left. We don’t know that at first and I think: “oh no my dad, I’ve lost him” and I feel a great loss. Then I start remembering the Sci-Fi thing, that makes me feel better because we had more time than we should have had.

So the next thing that happened in my dream (and this is the biggest portion of my dreams, my dad toppling over was just a small part) my phone rang and I thought ts was my boss (an elderly man). In my dream there’s this event planned and I would take participate since I was part of the organisation. I had this sentence I had to say in a place where I had to stand and all things would intertwine. It made sense in my dreams, not when I’m telling you in my diary. So I’m on the phone with my boss, I tell him what happened and I’ll see him tomorrow to talk about the event that will be taking place the day after tomorrow and my boss tells me: “you’re not coming in tomorrow!”. I tell him yes, he tells me no. I am to stay at home tomorrow to think about what happened, to feel my feelings. In real life I went to work when I shouldn’t, when I should take time for emotions. Stopping to ‘feel’ is something I don’t do, working is lot easier than thinking. At least I think so, and then when I get to work it turns out I can’t concentrate and I can go home again. But in my dream my boss won, I didn’t go to work because my boss told me not to come.

The day after tomorrow I went to work. I listened to the tomorrow part after all, so the day after tomorrow is free game. I thought it was my boss that told me I couldn’t come to work, but it turned out it wasn’t. It was his father. My boss didn’t like me to start with and when I got to work I heard everyone gossiping about my boss not being too happy with me in losing my father and not coming to work and then my boss comes. He says: “follow me please, we need to talk.” There’s no need to be doing nothing while talking, so we’re going to work as well and we get to this stable I guess. He rinses off a pin to put on your nose and hands it to me. He already has one on his nose. It’s more like a clamp.

We go to work and there he goes telling me all the things that went wrong and I don’t recall what he was telling me I just recall feeling like crap for a second, then something else happened, and that’s something I don’t have in real life. I told him off. I told him how wrong he was, how I gave everything I had working for him. He always got 100%. I don’t know what happened after that there’s just one dream I recall after that, and I don’t think it’s related to this one, because we were driving around. We passed this house that burned to the ground and we talked about that house. Somehow that was where someone we loved had lived and I think it might have been the elderly man I had been talking to earlier in the dream. That means it would be the same dreams as where dad died.

Apparently the burned down house was one that was beloved by everyone in the car because it had been a place to rest when cycling and stuff like that. That’s truly the end of the dream because that’s when I woke up and I remember nothing else.

Now the night before I had two dreams. I lived in sort-off a fairy world with classes. These classes were literally on top of each other. The better your class was the higher up you were I was with some sort of woman and kids and we were hunted. We didn’t belong where we were. If we went on the street we took a risk of getting captured. There where people searching for us like child services or things like that. One time we went outside, into the woods, and then we got hunted down. Somehow we ended up in the marketplace with the whole group. We looked down over the railing to see if we could escape that way. There was a rope leading down. The woman in charge put one of the little kids inside a soldiers bag. The child fit, don’t ask me why, with enough room. I hung onto the rope the woman in charge hung onto me and the bag, and we slid down to the lowest level there was.

I think I mixed the levels up. The lower the level was, the better it was, because it was closer to the earth I guess. It makes no sense, but it’s the dream, so it doesn’t matter. At the lower level we split up and I went to a bunch of people’s to talk to them. I tried to look like I belonged. At some point a man walked up to me and started to talk to us, describing a female. They were trying to find the group that escaped from the higher level. He describe me and I kept looking at him like I was very confused about what he was saying, like I had nothing to do with the thing he was talking about. They bought it because they didn’t take me in.

I went to a house where I had been before. I remembered I had been on the lower levels and escaped them once before because this family that kept me hidden and made plans on how to get me up again. The family had moved, someone else live there now. I figured that out just in time and that’s where this dream ends I guess.

ln the next dreams my partner and I are walking through a wooded area. We pass a jeep and on the shadow side of the Jeep I notice a Spiderman doll. I don’t know where we are going, but I follow my partner. We go into the woods, there’s this cabin kind of thing. Maybe this is actually the same dream…. I thought they were separate, but maybe I was just fleeing from the same people as in the first dream. I don’t know how but my partner was there.

We enter this cabin. It looks like a big wooden treasure chest or something, only it had opened sides. We walk in to look around and I notice a clock. Everything inside the chest gives me a feeling of doom. It feels like in movies, when you know the action taken can only go bad. Both of us think: “oh no”. We want to get out, but all doors close, no way out anymore. Then There are three of us instead of just me and my partner.

There’s a recorded message playing that states the doors of this chests will be open exactly 15 seconds a day. Yeah we pick those 15 seconds to get in and be trapped! The message says that automatic guns will be shooting into the room regularly and we see this trail at our feet. Bullet holes in the floor, but only smack in the middle part, from one end to the other. We step to the sides as machine guns begin shooting and miss. Because they only shoot the same path over and over We’ll be safe on the sides. There are doors we can open and every door gets opened .I don’t open a single one mind you, I know better than that. I don’t watch thrillers or horror movies because I know every time you open a door…. well actually every time they open a door you get scared and you’re lucky to be alive and not ever had a heart attack.

Every time the others open a door they screamed in fear try to close doors. Behind every door are other people. Some of them are dead, but don’t seem to know this. Then at one point some of us or one of us, I don’t remember, notice there was this hatch leading to an attic or something. it was probably a good idea to open that…….as if! Thank you! So the Hatch gets opened and down comes this flow of water. It had been some kind of an aquarium room and all the water that comes down takes two people with it. Some of the people from the rooms are alive some are ghosts, I don’t recall. It was scary as hell.

Then my dream switches to a house on top of a cliff, where a girl waves. This girl has the ability to shift through dimensions I guess. She gets out of her house… sort of floats out of her house. The air around her is almost solid, not truly solid because she can move through it and it’s her doing. She changes the air.Tthat’s the dimension shifting I guess. She’s on her way to go and save us, or at least that’s what I think she’s going to do.

I can’t tell you if it’s really what she was going to do, because that’s when I woke up. Maybe she was the one that kept us there, who knows. I woke up. I try to remember as well as I can. This is what I can make of it. I’m not able to analyse this. I don’t know… I truly don’t know. Maybe you have any ideas, so tell me if you do, I’d love to hear your ideas. For now, have a great weekend, week or whatever you want. well that’s it for now, write to you later!

love
dreamer

I am an idiot!!!

My partner tells me I am lucky my head is attached to my body, because otherwise I’d lose it. And I guess they are right, because I ‘misplace’ things all the time, not being able to find them for days and then out of the blue…. O there it is! That is why I get told how lucky I am with the head situation so often.

Today I hit rock-bottom, at least that’s how it felt, but if somewhere along the path it turns out I can go any lower, you will be the first to know. At least if you are the first to read the blog, otherwise you might be the second or third, but anyway, this is what happened…..

My partner and I left our house this morning to get a present for a party we are going to tomorrow. We knew what we wanted to get, but somehow didn’t get to buying it until one day in advance. No problem, we bought it, it is at our house right now, so I can get creative with it during the day attaching some money, so the receivers will get something we put time into picking it out and got creative with, and they will have money to buy something they will truly like, instead of the junk they got. Let’s face it, people seldom buy you something you truly love, unless you picked it out yourself. Or that could be just me… ungrateful brat that I am.

The first part of the day is going as planned. Next stop… to get my high heels repaired. On the way there my partner asks me if I would like to go get some fish to eat. YES PLEASE! It had been a while since I last ate fish, so I would love to! So unexpected stop to get some fish. We had planned to go grocery shopping as well, there was a supermarket right next to the place we went to eat fish (I ate fish, my partner won’t, even though they used to sell it at the market, they will not eat it, not even if their life will depend on it I think), so why not get the groceries there. Not a problem. Fish eaten, grocery shopping done, back in the car for the last shop, getting those high heels repaired. I go into the shop, give the man the shoes, ask what it is going to cost me and when I can pick them up and get back in the car knowing they will be good as new tomorrow.

Reading this you must think, where is this rock-bottom, reads like a normal day. You are right, nothing strange yet, until you know what you will read in a few seconds. We are in the car, feeling good about having done things so efficient and fast when…. A mini heart attack. Where is my phone?

Ok information you need. Today I am wearing a dress. If I wear a dress I don’t have pockets (duh), so instead of putting my phone in my bag or holding it in my hand I put it in my bra. Safe place, never lost it there. If it is really hot out I put it in a plastic bag and then in my bra, so the sweat won’t ruin the device. Judge me all you want, it does the job. I have my hands free and do not need a bag to drag along.

So I have the mini heart attack because I can’t find my phone. I scare my partner (who is driving) by freaking out almost yelling: “where’s my phone”, like I am about to lose my life. (what has it come to with this world that something like a phone gets me worked up like this.)
I knew for sure I had taken it from home, because I had been playing games on it when going to get the present. I had it when we left there, because I remember having it in my lap and putting my hand over the camera lens so the sun could not reflect in my partners eyes. At one point my partner wanted to hold my hand, so I put in under the skirt of my dress. Between there and the heart attack I didn’t remember having it with me.

I remembered thinking something fell when getting out to get the fish. Did I forget to take the phone from under my skirt? Was it in the street, maybe run over by our very own car?
My partner decided to pull the car to the side of the road, took their phone and started to call me. I heard my ringtone vaguely, but at least I heard it. RELIEF…. But the sound was awfully soft. It did not come from under my seat nor out of my bag. I don’t know why, but I decide to open the door. The sound grew louder. How in the world….? I close the door again, to see if it is in the compartment. Nothing, the sound gets softer once more. I get out of the car, check the back seat. My phone has gone to voicemail by now, so I ask my partner to try calling me again. Nope, not the backseat. How can it be I hear the ringtone more clearly when I am outside the car. At that point my partner is calling me again.. I close the door to the backseat. I stand up and just as my eye wanders to the roof of the car the ringtone starts again. Clear as can be. MY PHONE IS ON THE ROOF OF THE CAR!!!!!!! HOW IN THE WORLD DID I MANAGE TO GET IT THERE? More important how in the world hadn’t it slipped of?

I got in the car, the phone safe and sound by some kind of miracle, and my partner gets back on the road. We nearly collide with the car behind us, because both my partner and I didn’t notice it. Our minds were still boggled by the phone. Mine perhaps more than my partners. Could be my partner did not notice the car because I kept screaming: “HOW IN THE WORLD!!!” After escaping death by collision my partner calmly told me how lucky I had been the phone was still on top of the car. I kept screaming: “HOW IN THE WORLD. WHEN…. WHEN DID I PUT IT ON TOP OF THE CAR!? HOW IN THE WORLD DID I PUT IT ON TOP OF THE CAR!?”

It took about five minutes for me to calm down enough to start thinking clearly. When and how did the phone get on top of the car? Logic dictates I somehow got it on there when getting out of the car to buy fish. I had it when leaving with the present but I didn’t have it when buying fish or groceries and I didn’t have it when taking my heels to get fixed, so it must have happened when I got out of the car for fish. I still don’t know how though. Did I take it from under my skirt, heave myself out of the car, by grabbing hold of the roof with my phone in hand and then letting go of both the phone and the roof? I guess I will never know, because I am honestly trying to recall wat happened, but…. Nothing. And let’s be honest, the phone must have been on there while driving around, so it stayed on the roof while we made turns and stops and pulled up.

I can’t believe this has actually happened. I think my partner might be right, I would be able to ‘misplace’ my head if it would not be connected to my body. On the bright side… this was a miracle, so….. I am of to the woods, with the luck I have today I might actually stumble across a unicorn or something! If so I might even tell you about it :D.

Love
Dreamer