Friday, 7 February 2014

How it all fits seamlessly...

Today was supposed to be 'some sort of workout.' Nothing major planned. The week feels like it has been a reasonably successful one, workout-wise. [And maybe even work-wise - that depends on how I utilise time today]. I did a track workout, & a core workout on the terrace - light weights, then a tempo workout.

With a race (half marathon through a beautiful forest) coming up on Sunday, and possibly a local martial arts class I will take (along with child) tomorrow, it feels like it's...enough. The only reason I even contemplated doing anything today is because at night you feel like if you can don't wake up and  work out, you will somehow become a fatty. Yes, it happens.

I switched the alarm off promptly and went back to my dream. My uncle was looking harried and worried and smoking a cigarette on the sly. The car had not returned. I searched every where, up and down the road, feeling increasingly more desperate as I walked further and further. I averted my eyes when he hid his fingers behind his back, and returned home quietly.

Next when I opened the door, I found a note taped to it which said 'pay Rs.70000 and get back your car.' Some addition type math was done on the side. A phone number was provided, which I called, almost grateful to have something to do. You may need a bit of back story of my dream for this to make sense (or not).

I had presumably driven my poor little car to some place and parked it. When I came out from the appointment - whatever it was - it felt like too much effort to get back in the car and drive myself (and mom) back home. So I gave the key to some hangers-on there, and my address (which they professed to know very well), got into an auto, and chatting all the while, returned home.

Which is how it came to pass that I, well, lost my car. The foolishness of it is astounding, even if it was a dream. And sometimes you have absurd dreams and you laugh them off and dismiss them as the nonsense that exists in the murky interiors of your brain. But sometimes your dreams scare you because they shine a light on your own frailties.

So yes, I have to send my car to the service station today. The place is icky as heck and a pain to drive to. I know the way now but it's not a pleasant drive to contemplate. To or fro. I saw a scary ad about cigarette smoking on TV last night. And I really need to call my uncle because he is writing messages to other people on his own timeline on FB.

Foolish- Yes? Overly trusting - Yes. Complicated - Mostly no. Well, that's me. And I am enjoying my rest day by spending 15 minutes recording this for posterity and so my grandchildren know when the real Preeti stands up. 

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