Fortune Cookies and Crazy Dreams
We ordered Chinese food the other day (BTW my orange beef was divine). My kids don’t like fortune cookies, so I Bogarted them all. The first one I opened said, “Your greatest wish will soon come true.”
What in the world is my “greatest wish”?
I spent the rest of the evening thinking about it and went to bed with that question on my mind. It resulted in a very interesting dream.
I knew, without a doubt, that it was a figment of my imagination because my feet were perfectly pedicured. My knees were bunched up near my head and I had a lovely view of ten bright red toenails.
Yep, I was in labor. I looked over, my husband was sitting in a rocking chair, his face a nasty shade of green. In the distance I could hear my cell phone ringing.
“Answer the &%$# phone, Jamie!”
He looked left, he looked right, he looked confused.
“I said answer the phone!”
Jamie stood up and started frantically searching through my purse. “It’s a 212 area code. Do you know anyone in New York?”
“No, but hand it to me anyway!”
He hesitated, but my plight – and probably my very angry, sweaty face – convinced him to pass the phone over.
“Hello.” I tried to sound cheery between heavy breaths.
“Hi Becky, this is big-name-agent from fancy-pants agency. I just finished reading your manuscript and I love it.”
Panting, smiling, ignoring the pain, I replied, “Really? That’s so great!”
“I would love to discuss representing you and your work.”
I punched one fist in the air, nearly tearing out my IV. The nurse on one side gave me a very dirty look.
“Would you mind terribly if I called you back in a few hours? I’m sort of in labor right now.”
The agent laughed, a snooty rich-snob sound. “Sure. In fact, why don’t you call me tomorrow.”
“Thanks. That would be great.”
“Congratulations!” The agent shouted, just before clicking off.
I wondered if she was congratulating me on the new baby or finally finding an agent. At that moment, I honestly wasn’t sure which I was more excited about.
Three reasons I know this was just a dream and not a prophecy: 1) My manuscript is still about 12,000 words from finished, 2) I haven’t queried any agents, and 3) I deliver my babies via c-section.
But it still gives me a little bit of hope. Maybe by time I deliver baby number three, I’ll have a manuscript out to agents. Maybe someone will be interested. Maybe the hours I spend in front of my computer, writing, reading, editing, beta-ing, is going to pay off.
If it doesn’t pan out, I still have one thing to look forward to. Wallace Baby No. Three (currently nicknamed Tres) is due at the end of May. Surprise!
What in the world is my “greatest wish”?
I spent the rest of the evening thinking about it and went to bed with that question on my mind. It resulted in a very interesting dream.
I knew, without a doubt, that it was a figment of my imagination because my feet were perfectly pedicured. My knees were bunched up near my head and I had a lovely view of ten bright red toenails.
Yep, I was in labor. I looked over, my husband was sitting in a rocking chair, his face a nasty shade of green. In the distance I could hear my cell phone ringing.
“Answer the &%$# phone, Jamie!”
He looked left, he looked right, he looked confused.
“I said answer the phone!”
Jamie stood up and started frantically searching through my purse. “It’s a 212 area code. Do you know anyone in New York?”
“No, but hand it to me anyway!”
He hesitated, but my plight – and probably my very angry, sweaty face – convinced him to pass the phone over.
“Hello.” I tried to sound cheery between heavy breaths.
“Hi Becky, this is big-name-agent from fancy-pants agency. I just finished reading your manuscript and I love it.”
Panting, smiling, ignoring the pain, I replied, “Really? That’s so great!”
“I would love to discuss representing you and your work.”
I punched one fist in the air, nearly tearing out my IV. The nurse on one side gave me a very dirty look.
“Would you mind terribly if I called you back in a few hours? I’m sort of in labor right now.”
The agent laughed, a snooty rich-snob sound. “Sure. In fact, why don’t you call me tomorrow.”
“Thanks. That would be great.”
“Congratulations!” The agent shouted, just before clicking off.
I wondered if she was congratulating me on the new baby or finally finding an agent. At that moment, I honestly wasn’t sure which I was more excited about.
Three reasons I know this was just a dream and not a prophecy: 1) My manuscript is still about 12,000 words from finished, 2) I haven’t queried any agents, and 3) I deliver my babies via c-section.
But it still gives me a little bit of hope. Maybe by time I deliver baby number three, I’ll have a manuscript out to agents. Maybe someone will be interested. Maybe the hours I spend in front of my computer, writing, reading, editing, beta-ing, is going to pay off.
If it doesn’t pan out, I still have one thing to look forward to. Wallace Baby No. Three (currently nicknamed Tres) is due at the end of May. Surprise!
2 Comments
Katrine
That is so funny! It must be a foretelling of future events. I think you’ll get that phone call someday! You just need to get pregnant first!
sleeplessparent
Congratulations! I have three and it’s hair-pulling crazy but sooooo good.
The other night I dreamt I found a secret door to extra rooms in my house. Instead of wondering at the mysteries a secret door could lead to, all I thought was, Phew – now we don’t have to move! Such is the practical life of a mom!