Evidence that I am a NaNoWriMo Brain Freak

I'm going to start drinking chocolate at bedtime. How did I not know about this stuff before?

Last night I wore my pajamas to book club. These pajamas are not of the kind that will ever be mistaken for Oprah- loving loungewear. Really they aren’t pajamas at all, but $6.99 Costco pajama pants with holes in them. To complete this glamorous outfit I paired them with  one of my husband’s ratty old tee-shirts.

When I leave the book club in a little while, I will have somehow managed to lose these comfortable, but embarrassing pajama pants. I’ll get back to that. In case you’re wondering, this is a dream. In honor of starting NaNoWriMo in two days, I am going to show through this dream that this week, I officially am a brain freak.

I can’t remember the hostess’s name, but at least I had finished the book for this month. I forget that I am the book club secretary until the meeting has been going on for about an hour. Managing to only disturb half the women in the room, I obtain a  working pen from a member who is familiar with my scattered ways. She sits clear across the room. About this same time, despite my ready optimism, I realize I read the wrong book. The Book Thief. The Good Thief. The Memory Keeper’s Daughter. My Sister’s Keeper. Who? What?

Thankfully the president calls for our “intermission”. For reasons that I believe are very clear, I love the idea. Everyone else exits the room as if rushing a concession stand for a popcorn refill – or maybe to catch an airplane.

When we reconvene mere seconds later, I am prepared with working pen poised in hand.  I am even feeling better about wearing pajamas. The realization that this is not my book club creeps over me slowly – much slower than it should.

They discuss Nietzsche, the Letters of Paul, and the virtues of creating from baked clay from the craft store versus cast bronze sculpting. I believe they are the  club of intellectual crafters I’ve been hearing about around town. I brace for an inevitable barrage of patronizing comments concerning my unusual choice of wardrobe.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,!” says one perky, impeccably dressed woman, whom I know to have a Phd. I remember I forgot to feed Lily the Labradoodle. Wonder about location of car keys. Notice cell phone is dead.

Apparently my book club always meets at the same house as the intellectual crafters. Discretely as possible, I slip out of the room in search of my book club. When I find them, a member is pouring the last drops from a bottle of Veuve Cliquot into a champagne flute. They are eating cake which I recognize from the crumbs as being from my favorite caramel cake. I now get where they were all rushing to. I smile and hope no one noticed my absence.

As I guess goes on at all joint book club/intellectual crafter’s meetings, the paparazzi lurks in the shrubbery awaiting our exit. When I realize my pajama pants are missing, I make myself small behind a strange man. He must be one of the intellectual crafters. I suspect him of being an unabashed publicity hound who would like nothing more than to have his picture taken with a half naked woman. No doubt this would mean he has a better chance of getting in People magazine, or Southern Living, or whatever the hell magazine these photogs work for.

It’s no problem that I can’t find my keys, because I can’t find my car. All I care about is that I avoided having my picture taken. I hitch a ride with a group of strangers in a majorly vast Cadillac convertible from the 1950s.

Six or seven people can sit fairly comfortably across each row. I’m not even sure what direction we are headed or if we even live in the same state.  (dream destined to go on and on and on…)

Tell me in the comments if you want me to post the second part of this dream. If a few of you do, I will post it and the rest of you don’t have to read it.I’m lack- of- sleep silly and perhaps a little delusional, but I’m convinced I have the ability to force you to read it, but I’ll let it pass this one time. The interpretation feels pretty straightforward, but if you have any words of enlightenment, feel free to share.  xoxoxo

Comments

  1. says

    In dreams like these, members of the opposite sex usually represent another part of ourselves. (According to theory of ME.)

    I think part of you wants your novel to get published so you can appear of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous with Robin Leach. However, you are clearly conflicted about this. But hey, we’re all in Nano together, and you are far from alone in the way you are feeling!

  2. says

    In dreams like these, members of the opposite sex usually represent another part of ourselves. (According to theory of ME.)

    I think part of you wants your novel to get published so you can appear of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous with Robin Leach. However, you are clearly conflicted about this. But hey, we’re all in Nano together, and you are far from alone in the way you are feeling!

  3. says

    You and I have so much in common. I am also caught somewhere semi-important with terrible/wrong or NO clothes…sometimes it is the first day of school other times it is my wedding.
    I’d read the rest. You make me feel normal again, and for that I thank you. :)

  4. says

    Are you doing Nano? I’m doing Nano. I’m already scared. And wrote the post about putting my blog being on hold about three weeks ago. It’s sitting there, waiting to go up. I’m refraining from posting anything else that might get comments, or else I’ll spend the first six days of Nano just replying to people & then abandon Nano completely. Again.

  5. says

    Okay, tell us the rest! I want to know where this goes. It reminds me of dreams I have. The wrong people, wrong place, forgotten details I should know…

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