I dreamt I was going through my closet and getting rid of stuff (purging in my dreams, fuck yah!) and it was just getting nice and airy in there when I noticed the sound of trickling water. Are you a homeowner? Do you have an old house? If you do, you know how panic inducing the sound of trickling water is.
I followed the sound and I pulled away a loose piece of drywall and I saw water running RUNNING between the drywall and the brick of our house. The rest of the dream was me trying to come up with $30K to fix the roof and pay for water remediation. I was being conservative.
Then I threw myself off the roof so I could either 1) wake up 2) put myself out of my misery.
We’ve had water come through the ceilings a few times.We woke up one morning to find sodden towels underneath the kitchen sink. Our young housemate came stumbling into the kitchen and said, “I came home last night and the pipe was dripping so I put some towels down and went to bed.”
Okay. Stay calm Viv. PUT SOME TOWELS DOWN!?
“We’re just upstairs, why didn’t you come and get us?”
“It was late. I didn’t want to wake you.”
I’m glad we were rested up because we needed our energy to clean up the flooded basement! YOUNG PEOPLE!
Isn’t renting amazing? Really. I’m not joking. When you rent, you don’t have to care. When I grow up, I’m gonna rent.
The second time (that I can think of right now because I’m sure there are more) was when the 3rd floor tenant got a little crazy in the bathtub and must have been sloshing around. Water started dripping through my bedroom ceiling. This is a code red situation. I screamed for Zeb, put something under the drip and prepared for the ceiling to collapse. I’ve seen it happen.
Zeb stood there all calm and I was like DO SOMETHING!!!
So he wandered up to the third floor, chatted with the person who had just come out of the bath, and came back downstairs as cool as a cucumber.
“Looks fine up there to me.”
“What? What do you mean it looks fine? There is WATER COMING THROUGH THE CEILING! What if it’s a broken pipe? WHY ARE YOU SO CAAAAAAALLLLLMMMMMM?!?!”
“What do you want me to do, freak out like you are?”
“YES! FREAK OUT FOR FUCK’S SAKE. There is WATER coming THROUGH the FUCKING CEILING!!!”
Wow. This water anxiety dream has gotten me really worked up. They say water is the symbol for sexuality in the language of dreams. Really? I’m not going there.
Time to cut the crap.
Zeb picked up these little books at an estate sale. Why? Hell if I know. We already have them AND Scrotus is more interested in reading Eragon than Peter Rabbit. DONATE
This post is dedicated to Teeny Bikini, because I loves her and I feel like she makes me smarter. Her posts are so random that I have to focus all my attention on where she’s going with her posts. That has to be at least as good for my brain crossword puzzles.