Twenty hundred and thirteen! July 8th, matter of fact. There I was sleeping the night away and "chirp". A good loud one. Just one. A warning from the smoke detector. I went back to sleep. Twenty minutes later, another loud chirp. OK. 0405. So I got up, turned on the hall light, fetched the step ladder and climbed up to take the battery out. Got back in bed. Fell asleep luckily, and a more distant chirp happened to wake me! WHAT? Can the danged thing's alarm telling that it's battery is low sound even when the battery is OUT of it? No of course not. So it had to be the carbon monoxide detector telling me that it's battery was low too.
So, I got up again at 0448, switched on the hall light and unfolded the ladder, got up again and removed the cursed thing! I took it's batteries out and went back to bed. Took a bit to fall asleep and when I did..bad dream city! I dreamed that I saw the cat get into some sort of bubblegum vending machine and couldn't get out. I was upset about that as I was in a public building I had never seen before and I couldn't think where I was. I kept thinking maybe a Federal Building. Can't imagine taking the cat anywhere except the vet so go figure!
There was a little boy about 8 years old with me. I knew him but I am not sure in what capacity. But he was with me and I was responsible for him. I took out my cell phone to call for help and as I was looking at it preparing to dial, it rang, and someone from an EOC called and kept calling me Officer Austin, Officer Austin? What? Huh? She thanked me for answering and said she would expect me at the Command Center shortly. I looked at the boy and the cat and the cat had managed to turn around and was mostly squeezed out of the vending machine. I segued into a large room somehow with a few people in it, and tried to ask where I was and for some help. Then I noticed the little boy was missing from my presence as was the cat AND that I had left my purse on the floor back where they were as I was trying to get the cat out of the vending machine. AND what's more, my passport was in it..about $180.00 as well as my credit cards. I asked some guard or police officer, whichever, to help me. I asked if all floors could be searched for the boy and my pocketbook and cat. He disappeared to return and from a distance of perhaps 20 feet over a counter or something, threw me a doughnut frosted with sprinkles and something else that I have forgotten now, to eat. No progress if it even started, on the boy and my purse.
Thank goodness at 0630, Katie jumped up and pounded on my sides making biscuits. I was GLAD to awaken.
These things seem so real while you are dreaming, don't they?
PS That is an Aster. I took that in 2011 at the arboretum.