beowabbit

This morning I woke up out of a very realistic dream about having had my credit/debit cards stolen. In the dream, I was driving the Water Rat, but needed to get something out of Mr Toad — both of them being parked in the same little parking lot out in the woods, by a museum or something. (It reminded me of this restaurant near the top of Kīlauea on the Big Island.) I must have accidentally left my wallet in Mr Toad and left Mr Toad unlocked, because when I got back to the Water Rat, my wallet was in it with most of the cards missing. (OK, that’s a hint to the unreality there — if somebody came across my wallet, and were nice enough to return to me the part they weren’t going to steal, how would they know to leave the wallet in a different car?) Anyway, the rest of the dream was about telling people what had happened and looking forward (not) to calling up the banks and credit card companies when I got home, and figuring out where to look up their phone numbers, and making a list of all the places I had to update when I got new cards, and that sort of thing.

I guess it was more exciting if you were there. :-)

Anyway, I was tremendously relieved when I realized that I was still asleep and this was probably just a dream.