Warm nights make for nutty dreams. At least they do for me. Last night I dreamt I was in a workplace with my mum. It was a combination of all the places I’ve worked at and there were people from each workplace too. I was making up the dips for Friday night nibbles (something I do in my current job) and my mum was sitting at a table taking phoncalls. After one phonecall she sighed and looked at me. Then she said.
“There is going to be a 5.9 earthquake in Lower Hutt at 2pm” and then I woke up. When I checked the clock it was 2am…
Okay so as fellow writers you understand the overactive imagination thing which I have to say is currently in high gear! I can’t remember the last time I dreamt of my mum. I just don’t seem to dream about my parents much. And even with all the earthquakes we’ve been having I haven’t dreamt about one till now…
However I can totally and reasonably explain all this *grin* for those logical types out there rolling their eyes (yeah I saw you!). I saw Mum on Thurs and Sat and it’s a kind of big deal as she lives in the South Island. So it was on my mind. Christchurch had two decent aftershocks on Saturday which I read about in the paper.
So there we go no reason to panic.
But just in-case I wore flats today and am letting my kayak buddies know in the chance we do have to make a mad dash across the harbour… and they can all tease me this afternoon when nothing happens ; p
(and if it does happen, you read it here first!)