cart 'em out

for weeks i've been having the strangest dreams. usually, the dreams that i remember are humorous, or fantastically bizarre in a good way. but my dreams of the last few weeks have been a parade of my past. people that have set me down, or that i set down, passed on - - are no longer in my life...and yet, come bedtime - the slideshow begins. sometimes the paranormal is involved - as in the case of my dream self awaking from sleep in a very uncomfortable maroon, velvet, low-back chair with a half-burnt cigarette in each hand. the window coverings (tab top) start to dance like piano keys - but there is no one there...they go up, and down by themselves. i wake up and it is 2:23 a.m. these dreams are never scary, but let's not tempt the dream king here. this morning i had another dream -complete with old cast of characters. i awoke and glanced at my alarm clock...it read 5:27; 3 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. i turned the alarm off and started my day earlier than usual - hoping to be rid of the current 'amber's posse from yesteryear' dream/playlist that is going on right now.