When I was growing up, we had a black-bottom swimming pool in our backyard. In case you’re unfamiliar with the concept, it’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like – instead of a pale shade of aqua blue, the pool is a dark navy, almost black. You can imagine this might be somewhat scary. When I was eight-ish, I had a horrible nightmare about it. Mom and I were swimming together, when suddenly a Jaws-size shark burst through the end wall and swam towards us. We swam as fast as we could to the stairs, and Mom pushed me ahead so I could climb out first. I got out safely, but right before Mom could, the shark chomped down on her leg. I screamed and woke up.
Of course, I had another nightmare a few years later, where the roles were somewhat reversed. Mom, Seeser, and I were in a swamp of some sort, swimming from one island to the next. We had to keep out of the water because it was full of alligators (or crocodiles, but who can tell the difference?). So we would swim as fast as we could, pull ourselves up onto the island, run to the other side, jump into the water, and swim to the next island. (I swear, it made total sense in the dream.) But then we got to an island and I was too tired to pull myself up. Mom and Seeser were looking down at me, waiting, and so I reached up to them for help. But Mom just looked at me and shook her head, as if to say, “No, you have to do this by yourself.” The alligators/crocodiles were getting closer and closer, and I kept trying to pull myself up, but I was just so tired… And then I woke up.
Definitely the worst one, though (okay, not the worst. I’m not going to tell you about the worst. Not here, not anywhere. Nope), is a nightmare I’ve had on a recurring basis since I was about 14 or so. The people have changed repeatedly over the years, but the premise is always the same. I’m walking along a cliff overlooking a deep ravine. With me is a male and a female – the first time it was Dad and SM, for example. From here, it’s pretty predictable: The other female and I stumble and fall over the edge of the cliff, the male catches each of us with one hand, but he can’t hold us both, so…. The worst part of the dream, without a doubt, is the look he gives me right before he drops me – it’s so superficially apologetic, as if to say, “Aww, that’s too bad. Well, that’s life, huh?” And then he lets me go. Always.
Predictable or not, it’s a horrible nightmare.
I could go on and on – I could probably tell you about nightmares that would give you nightmares – but I won’t. Instead I’ll ask you: What’s been your scariest nightmare?
Day 27 of LaBloShoeMo: Flip Flops
Well, as I said, we're doubling up for the last few days of the month. Today, we have two lovely pairs of flip flops.
First pair of Day 27: The White Stud Flip Flops
These are completely flat, which means they offer no support whatsoever - I might as well be barefoot. But since I don't really wear these out on long hikes or anything, it's not generally a big deal. They're pretty dirty, as I've had them for a number of years now, but they're comfortably worn in, as well. Plus, so far as white flip flops go, they're slightly more interesting than normal, because they have the blue trim and the silver studs along the strap. (I do, however, have a pair of plain white flip flops as well.)
Second pair of Day 27: The Chi O Flip Flops
Yep, I'm a Chi Omega. (On a TOTAL whim, I will put this question out there and see if any of my readers just HAPPEN to know the answer: What is it?) I pledged in the spring of my sophomore year in college, and I love being a Chi O. I regret that I couldn't put as much time into the chapter as I might have liked when I was an active, being as busy as I was with other activities. And actually, I kind of regret not being more involved with the alumnae chapter in my area now, but that one, at least, I can fix. Maybe it's time...
At any rate, these are far and away my comfiest and most versatile pair of flip flops. As such, they are the pair I wear most often. I have been known to wear these with shorts, sweatpants, jeans, khakis, and pinstripe slacks. I have walked so many miles in these babies, and they are in great shape. And when the sad day comes that they should happen to need replacement, I will lovingly bury them in a beautiful ceremony and immediately order a new pair. (And yes, I also have a pair of plain black flip flops, but why would I ever wear them when I could wear THESE?!)