Stripper dreams...

I had the weirdest dream this morning.....

 My son was already up and doing his chores when I had this dream, and was making a fair amount of noise moving around the house. All the noises invaded my dream.

 So this is the dream:

There is a customer, and he comes to my house. My son lets him in and brings him upstairs to the bedroom. I am still asleep. My son is saying, "Mom, Mom, wake up. This guy wants a dance!" 


 Whoa! Really? A guy came all the way to my house at this hour and wants a dance? 


 I put the customer in a chair, and excuse myself to go get cleaned up.


In real life, I can hear my son moving around in the next room.

In my dream,my son is calling Mom!  I need help!  and I tell the customer, Can you hold on for just a minute?  I need to go help my kid with something. I go to take care of his issue.  I come back to my customer, who is still sitting in the easy chair in my bedroom, and apologize for making him wait.  I get ready to start the dance. 


In real life, I can hear one of our chickens, who has been sick and hanging out in a spare bedroom while she gets better, making a bunch of noise.

In the dream, I hear the chicken making noise in the next room.  Oh that chicken!  I have to go see what's wrong with her, I tell my very patient customer.  I'll be right  back, promise! And off I go.  I return and try to start the dance. 


Outside my window, the neighbor's dog begins to bark.

I better go see what's wrong outside, I tell my customer.  Please, please wait for me....I'll be right back. I go, and come back, and try to start the dance. 


So you see where this is going, right? Every time I am ready to start a dance, someone turns on a radio, a cat meows, the roosters start hollering, a loud truck roars down the state road in front of my house . . . .  With every new noise, I have to excuse myself, go see what is happening, and come back to the customer, who is still waiting for his dance. Every time I return, I have to apologize more profusely.  Then I am again prevented from starting the dance by yet another bizarre interruption.

In the end, I never did get to do the dance. My very real, very loud upstairs telephone started ringing.  That burst my sleep bubble, sure!  I woke up feeling tired and frustrated, with a nagging sense of not being able to get anything accomplished.