Most of the time I think I have a handle on the stress of our legal situation. But, after today, it occurs to me there is an undercurrent I’m not always aware of. For instance, this morning I lay in bed just before dawn, dreaming. In the dream Alan and I were in court, and our neighbor was on the stand testifying in this case of ours. The judge had asked him a question and Johnee was trying to answer.
“But... but...but...but...” He stuttered, unable to come up with an answer to the question.
Then I woke up and began to perceive, through the fog of sleep, the howler monkeys outside our bedroom window making their usual pre-dawn racket: Argh... argh... argh... argh.
I got up to get ready for the day. It was a few minutes before I realized the source of my dream. How agreeable of the monkeys to give me the soundtrack for my dream.
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But, but, but . . . dreams that incorporate the surrounding sounds are common but still so surreal when they happen. I liked the sound track. I thought they monkeys would be more screechy. On a less tropical, and therefore less exotic note, the birdsong in my back yard starts at 4 a.m. and would produce an awful dream if I were so lucky to be able to sleep.
We have the pre-dawn cacophony of birds as well. It's a bit like waking up in the middle of a symphony orchestra warming up.
Howlers are deep voiced beasts; I have often described them as sounding like a cross between a dog and a pig with a megaphone. And loud! They are the loudest land animal on the planet. That's loud.
By the way, I love this new picture of you. Retirement seems to agree with you.
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