Dream Come True

A little over 25 years ago I was living in a one bedroom apartment with this crazy chick from Ohio. She was a junior at the University of South Alabama and was thus entitled to rent a dumpy house in a dilapidated area from the school. When my lease at the apartment expired we decided to move into university housing. The price was right.

One morning after we’d been in the house for a couple of weeks we were up and doing what we did every morning we didn’t have to be anywhere — smoking pot and drinking coffee with Kahlua. For some reason I happened to remember a strange dream I’d had the night before and I told her about it. I don’t remember any of the particulars of the dream, or her reaction to it. That was 25 years and many scorched neurons ago. The gist was that we’d had our power cut off (in the dream).

A few minutes later, while we were still sitting around doing nothing, someone knocked on the door. To our shock, and indeed awe, it was a guy from Alabama Power. He was there to yank our meter, the net effect of which would have put us in the dark. We hadn’t even gotten our first bill yet, much less neglected to pay it. My girlfriend and the power guy got on the phone with the office and tried to sort the situation out. It proved to be a clerical mistake having to do with transferring the account, and its deposit, from my name to my girlfriend’s name when we’d moved a couple of weeks back. It was a fluke thing and one of which I was totally unaware, at least consciously, until the power dude knocked on our door.

I vaguely recall another strange dream come true sort of deja vu experience from my childhood, but that was so long ago it’s very sketchy. At any rate, strange shit happens.