Lots of broken sleep and dream fragments on the second night of Avelox, but only one dream sequence with a semblance of a plot:
I'm at home on a school day and I read a story to my daughter about this girl who makes magic muffins. When you eat them, there is a surprise inside, a bee. The bee will buzz around in your mouth and when you open your mouth, the bee will fly out. We decide to make our own magic muffins and just use a chocolate chip for the bee. They turned out to be golden brown overfilled muffins and I put them in a cloth-lined basket like any proper domestic hostess. All of a sudden I notice the time and it is 5:15pm. OMG, that is an hour and a half since we were supposed to pick up Adam at the bus stop. I ask my husband frantically about it and he seems unfazed. "Didn't you hear the phone ring?" Apparently it did while I was in the shower while the muffins were baking. "Is he stranded at the school? What's going to happen to him?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Robinson will drop him off," my husband replies. And sure enough, a pair of headlights drive up our driveway.
My son comes in the door and I immediately embrace him. "I'm so sorry we missed you!" I exclaim.
"It's OK, mom" he replies and heads inside.
I notice that Mr. Robinson comes in as well as his two girls who are older than Adam. It appears that they want to stay a while. "Thank you so much for bringing my son home, Mr. Robinson," I say with utmost respect. He follows me inside and I begin to worry that he he checking out our home to make sure that we don't abuse or neglect our children. They see the huge basket of muffins, and I tell them to help themselves. My dining room is much bigger than in real life and it is positioned differently in our house. There are a row of metal shelves with gleaming pots and pans on them to separate the dining room from the living room. Thankfully, the house looks respectable, and Mr. Robinson starts looking around. He goes upstairs and I worry that he is going to peek into my son's room which is completely trashed with Legos. I hope that he doesn't ding me for my son's sloppiness. Thankfully, he only peeks into my daughter's room and looks satisfied.
Later that night, I'm in a town trying to cash in on some bottle deposits. I sit in front of a machine and feed it my cans and bottles. I leave the big two liter bottles for last and find that I can't get the last bottle to take. I keep trying and pushing and I get covered in a sticky purple gel. I look at the bottle and realize that it is not a soda bottle, but a huge squeeze bottle of Welch's grape jelly. I realize that I can't recycle this so I put it aside. I want to clean the sticky mess off my hands before I get my receipt, so I take some hand sanitizer from the dispenser on the wall and a bunch of paper towels to get my hands clean. A lady behind me starts to put her own cans into the machine and I tell her to wait, I haven't gotten my receipt yet. I quickly press the button grab my receipt with my hands which are covered in alcohol and leave. I get about 20 feet from the place and the lady runs after me with a copy of my receipt yelling, "It's you! You're the one who didn't pick up her son at the bus stop! You're not allowed to have that money, it's bail money!" OMG, I'm not sure what she is talking about. I start to run and she is yelling at everyone to follow me.
Observations: I think I was too traumatized thinking that I had to remember a dream for a daily Avelox post. Obviously, neither my husband nor I would ever forget to pick up our son at the bus stop. And I never get the deposits back for my cans and bottles, I just recycle them. But two nights in a row with oversized muffins! I always make them normal sized. So no more promises on Avelox dreams unless I have a really good one.