Sunday, July 27, 2008

My First Earthquake!!!!

I'm wondering if eating bar-b-que chicken, potato salad and a mixture of mustard and collard greens right before bed, was the best thing to do.  

I dreamt that I was in a very dark place taking pictures.  Of what....I'm not sure.  The next thing I know, this dark place was my parents basement.  The next picture I took had the glow of a ghost.  I double check the LCD monitor on the camera  and noticed that it was a white glow of two gorillas.  Gorillas in daddy's basement.  I quickly ran up the basement stairs to show my father what lurked in his basement.  "Daddy, daddy, look!  There are gorilla's in your basement!"  My father replied: There ain't no gorilla's in that basement girl!"  Uh huh, I replied.  I showed him the picture that I'd captured in my digital camera.  "See," I said.  My father looked confused and upon closer inspection, we noticed that there were also monkeys in the picture.  "Well," my father stated, "we'll just have to wait for a couple of weeks before we can get that taken care of."  Wait for a couple of weeks?? I couldn't believe my father was going to let anything, whether it be finances or time, prevent him from getting these wild animals out of our house.  

I went to sleep and suddenly felt my bed rocking.  Oh my gosh, the monkeys must be in here.  I waited a little longer to see if my mind was playing tricks on me.  There's no way that the monkeys would have climbed the stairs, unlocked my door and started rocking my bed, was there?  However, I was lying on an inflatable mattress, perhaps, it was just losing air and that's why it rocked so hard when I turned.  But I wasn't turning and the bed was definitely swaying back and forth.  Leave me alone you evil monkeys! I just wasn't going to lie there and take it.  Okay, it's now or never.  I leapt to the bottom of my bed and was surprised to find no monkeys.  I lied back underneath the covers.   Maybe it was the monkeys spirits shaking my bed.  The shaking had stopped.  I fell back to sleep.

The next morning, as we prepared to head out to Mt. Fuji, my friend asked: did you feel the earthquake last night?  What earthquake, I replied?  

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So you dreamt your way right through an earthquake... (For the record, that was one crazy dream). I remember experiencing an aftershock in Dominica but I think I heard more than I felt. It was like standing close to a Mack Truck moving at high speeds.