Well I finally had it: I had The Move Nightmare.
We all remember the Final Exam Nightmare. The one where you walk into a room to take a final, and it dawns on you that all semester long, you never attended the class. My version of the drean always continues the same way: at first I think, Okay, I'm just going to have to fake it. I'll bluff my way through. Then I realize the subject is physics or chemistry, and I can't bluff science! Then, hopefully, I wake up, usually in a cold sweat.
We moved into the new house ten days ago, and are still surrounded by boxes and boxes and boxes. I had to go out and buy a new remote before we could watch tv, and I still haven't found the coffee pot.
Last night I dreamed that, boxes or not, I was going to invite some friends for dinner. Then it dawned on me I only had one pot. OK, I thought, I got this: I'll make clam sauce, pour it into a bowl for the microwave and then use the pot again to cook the pasta.
I could only find one can of clams, I was psyching myself up to deal with that. Then I realized: I still haven't found the box with all the spices. I have no oregano. I have no dried parsley. I have no garlic powder,
I am screwed!
I was just begging my husband to gather our guests together and stall them with some dazzling monologues when I woke up. In a cold sweat.
I gotta find some more pots.