Was it part of a dream?

This recent Friday evening, snuggled down into bed around midnight after watching too many Instagram videos before shutting down my cellphone and letting sleep take me. It’s a terrible habit but sometimes watching Yorkie doggies or parrots making cute dances are just what I need before sleeping.

I was having a pretty decent sleep and was in the middle of one of those very clear dreams which I tend to have when I could have sworn my doorbell rang. It was enough to dredge me out from my dream but sounded a bit far – which could be due to my fan blowing on the right side of my bed. I need it or else this mess of hair makes me sweat. My brain slowly became fully awake but when I opened my eyes, I realized it was pretty dark. One hand patted around on the empty side of my bed, found my cellphone and brought it up to my eyes. It was 6:04am. On a Saturday.

What in the blue snot? I turned off the fan next to me and laid there, listening in case the soft bell-like sound of my doorbell went off again. Stayed prone for a good three or four minutes, listening and hearing nothing more but the quiet rush of my breathing. Nothing more. My brain was now more awake and alert than it should be on a day off. Was it part of my dream or had the doorbell actually been rung? I was not leaving my bedsheets but could not go back to sleep. Wound up getting up around thirty minutes later.

In my case, I do not own a camera connected to my doorbell so I could not see outwards to give me any confirmation. Eventually, I may venture that way. The mystery remains.

The single navy colored sock

Living alone means no one but me touches that clothes that goes in and out of my wash. I have done terrible laundry (yes, I have washed darks clothes with light clothes *gasp*) and good laundry (using the gentler heating cycle to *hopefully* make my clothes last longer.

An odd thing happened recently which still perplexes me. I sorted my undies, shirts and pants and there was a single navy blue sock left over. I don’t recall ever purchasing navy socks and my last ex left the scene over seven years ago plus he did not leave anything here so I am pretty sure it is not his.

Where did this sock come from? If I find its companion, I will be even more perplexed. For now I own a solitary navy blue sock which I cannot explain.

The traffic jam for no reason

I was driving down Interstate 4, going a good 50 miles per hour around 8am a few days ago, listening to the radio DJs bantering and just enjoying the drive when suddenly the red tail lights started to show up a short distance down the road. I started to pump my brakes and slowed down until I was at a full stop and then very slow crawl for about a good two miles. Not in too much of a hurry to get to my destination, I kept a fair distance from the car in front, keeping an eye open for any upcoming traffic re-direction due to a broken down car or an accident which was causing the now turtle speed of all the cars.

Out of nowhere, the road then opens back up and we’re back to zooming down the pavement at a good speed. There was no police car or broken car or accident or road work anywhere to be seen. Nothing that would have or could have caused the sudden slow down was present. One moment, we were going, then we slowed and then we were going. No explanation provided on the radio or via visuals on the road.

It makes me wonder what causes that. Is it some driver suddenly hits their brakes and the others, believing something must be going on, go and do the same thus causing a chain reaction of slowdown until someone eventually figures out there is not immediate danger or problem and it picks up again? Still have no idea most times.