Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Singing: This Land is Your Land..

Wednesday, June 4, 2014:
I could not fall asleep last night! ok.. at some point I must have, because I woke up before 9am.. but, I went to bed at 2am and was aware that I was not sleeping. This morning, I remembered this dream:

Two men with me stole a laptop case from a stranger (at an airport). The thief laughed that the woman "probably doesn't even know it's missing!" We all look at the bag.There is a thick black antennae sticking out of the top (as from a walkie-talkie). I'm hoping it's not a terrorist's detonation package! The second man exclaims, "You idiot! Did you steal it from the security guard?" He opens the bag to reveal a walkie-talkie and a few other related devices. At least one has a numbered label on it.
We hear over the PA system about a missing radio unit with number (as on label). Great. She DOES know it's missing. I talk on the walkie to security. I verify the unit in question is the one in the bag. I "create a diversion" by returning the bag. I'm really not sure what these two are up to? They are not strangers to me, but I'm confused how this plan is going to play out. I just go with it.
As I walk to the security office, a guard on my left is talking on the landline (phone, hooked to the wall). She reports, "The subject is in your sector right now. You should see her." Yes, I am "the subject." I walk into what appears to be a retail area, but security has their office there as well. I hand the bag to the woman that approaches me. She thanks me and tells me a crisis has been averted and the two suspects (my friends?) have turned themselves in. I look at her quizzically, but I am a little sad that they are caught.
I talk to a man at the counter about the nice weather. It's May 31. I tell him I am going out to get some sunshine, and I feel sad for those who will miss this glorious opportunity. Three steps toward the door, I notice a woman has purchased sliced tomato. The tomato must have been the size of a dinner plate, judging by the size of the quartered slices! I decide to buy a couple of slices (quarter slices). The man at the counter asks me to select the two I want from the three available on the tray he offers. I quickly choose, and he praises me for not taking a lot of time choosing. He goes on to say that he tries to be nice to people by offering them to choose, but often customers are indecisive and he ends up choosing for them because a line is forming. He lays the lone piece over a slice of pizza.
"How much?" I ask as I dig coins from my purse (yes, the purse I currently carry).
"Six cents."
"Really? Okay, then I'll have a Coke to go with it!" I am surprised at the low price. I was worried I would barely have enough. I dropped a coin. The woman behind me picked it up and handed it to me.
"That's a nice one," she comments.
"Thanks. I have another one here that says 'Bulgaria'," I show another coin to her and the clerk. The bronze coin has high relief on one side with what appears to be  mountains with gold flecks covering the top half of the coin. Strangely, the high relief is an illusion, as the coin is the same thickness as any other.
"One dollar," the clerk asks for the Coke.
I count off four of the quarters I am holding - they are all different. One is white and has a verse on it.. ("Life..." is written but I can't remember the rest).
"Here you go! All different!" I hand him the coins.
I leave. It's a beautiful late afternoon/early evening. Driving my car, I remember to put on my seatbelt when I get to the first STOP sign. A song is playing on the CD player "This Land is Your Land,This Land is My Land." I sing along. I notice that I hold notes and train the lyrics together differently than the near staccato arrangement on the CD. Doesn't matter. I like how I sing it better. I press shuffle on the CD-player, but the system jams and the titles show on the screen slightly misaligned from their track numbers. What the..? I can't fix it while I'm driving. Darn! No music for awhile!
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