So a friend of a friend crochets while she does phone work, and she made the exoskeleton of a stuffed turtle. Without the stuffing, it looked like a hat, and my friend said, “I know a woman who would love that hat!” And the crochet lady said, “It isn’t a hat, but I could make a hat like that.” So she did. And she gave it to my friend, who gave it to me.
Here he is, modeling the hat.
And here I am.
I think he looks better in it than I do.
Now, the dream:
I dreamed I was a young girl (maybe 16 or 17), out on a first real date. The boy did and said inappropriate things, and I was all mixed up, thinking about things my mother had advised me, how I would appear if I objected, how he would react. But I finally said I wanted to go home, because he was being inappropriate. At the same time, I was grateful that we had both honestly displayed who we were right from the first, and not tried to impress each other, then been disappointed when we found out the truth.
Now for the best part. I was SO ready to go home, but he got in the back seat and was rummaging around, just controlling the situation by stalling on doing what I asked. Have you ever had one of those, “I am not in control of my life” dreams? Well, this is the beauty part: I started the car and drove it home–from the passenger seat! He was like, “How are you driving the car?!?” And I was like, “I just am.” And, when I got home, the cops were there to arrest his ass for something.
Best. Dream. Ever.
WRITING PROMPT: A character takes control of a situation against the odds.