Warning: Lost in Space
I was alone in the house last night. Chuckles was on a sleepover and Papa and Speed had gone to the country house.
I stayed up until I was exhausted and fell asleep in about 3 seconds.
I woke up this morning in the middle of this dream.
It was early evening. I had been at a fellow homeschooler’s house. The kids had been playing in the backyard and I was discussing curriculum and the other such things we mothers talk about. I was having a large! glass of wine. It was Christmas time and their Christmas trees were being delivered. (2 giant ones covered in golden decorations?!!!) I am thinking I had better get my kids out of here now as this was a family tradition for them. They had company coming and were dressed up and I didn’t want to interfere. So I attempt to gather my kids and I they don’t want to come.
My children are being defiant and sneaky and Speed runs out onto the road, climbs on the roof of my truck and jumps up and down. I’m saying goodbye and encouraging Chuckles to come and finally I get the children into the car. There is a lot of traffic, it is slippery with the snow and I’m trying to back out of the driveway. I discover that the car is not turning well…only about 15 degrees so I can’t straighten up. Cars are waiting and I just can’t seem to get the car straight. It takes what seems like forever to get the car in line with the road.
I get to the traffic light and have to turn left but I just can’t seem to make the turn. There is traffic everywhere and I have to back up into the middle of the intersection. I finally make it and I’m thinking that this is way too dangerous. I have the kids in the car so I have to pull over. I pull over into the island in the middle of the road.
Then I look at my steering wheel and instead of the steering wheel, there is the small lime green handle bar, that has been yanked off a toddle ride-on and squashed onto the steering rod! The steering wheel had been removed. The rest of the toddler ride-on was in the back of the truck. I turn to Speed. “Where is the steering wheel?” “Where did you put it?” And he wouldn’t answer. “Where is it?”, I screamed!
The whole time I kept thinking, this isn’t good. The police are coming. I had a large glass of wine. I drove dangerously with ride-on handle bars. They are coming to get me.
I searched the car for the steering wheel. Speed, where is it? He wouldn’t answer. WHERE IS IT? He looked at me sheepishly. That’s it, I said. I went over to him and stared at him. I rolled it down the hill, he said.
You did what. I started panicking. I wanted to call my homeschooling friend and tell her to run down the hill and find the steering wheel but I couldn’t because of their important Christmas celebration.
I woke up in a sweat…that the police were coming!
Reflecting on this dream I get a little vision of the robot in the show Lost in Space with that little robot going around saying “Warning!” “Warning!”
