Six am – no sleep – phone rings and it is Greg, the carpenter who was filling in while K was in Michigan – he is sitting at my house waiting to get in. He did a lousy job on the trim in the laundry room – I told him it has to be redone and I’m not paying for it to be redone. He doesn’t want to be a helper to K. Blah blah blah.
K calls at 6:30AM and I ask if he can meet me at 7AM. He says fine. He calls back and says he is tired of how I rush him. He needs time. I give time to everyone but him. And he adds, he doesn’t like Greg.
Was I dreaming that a rat was running under the door, and then horses galloped through the bedroom trying to act inconspicuous – could I go back to that dream instead?