In this morning’s dream, I knew it wasn’t time to wake up, but I didn’t know what time it was. Set a dream alarm to wake up at 5:00, my dream mind said. I did this twice, and at some point, shrill and loud a bosom’s whistle blew. I woke up. I looked at the clock. It was 5:00. Neat, I said.
I got up and jumped into the downstairs bed so I could talk to my husband while he got ready for work. Did you leave clothes drying, he said. From last week?, I said—I had been gone through Sunday afternoon. No, last night, he said. Who did he think he was living with, like I was going to come in after a road trip and pop some dirty clothes in the washer…and then put them in the dryer. This was me, the lazy sister, we were talking about.
I heard an alarm, like the dryer going off, he said, I heard it two or three times, the last time it was real loud. A bosom’s whistle went off in my room at 5:00 this morning, I said. That’s what it was, he said.
We’d never heard this whistle before, and we didn’t hear it after I got up. We may never hear it again. And we’ll never know what it was. I hope my brain isn’t leaking.