Wherein Bry is on the case.

This morning, before getting out of bed, while contemplating how to recover from all of the stupid things I did on Thursday night, I was able to solve a mystery.

This is a little more Sylvia Browne than Agatha Christie. Nevertheless, Bry-lock Holmes has another successful case under her belt (or is that under her Snuggie?).

Over the past few days, during two nights of sleep and one nap, knocking on doors has played a major theme in my dreams. The first time I dreamt a friend came over and knocked on the door and I couldn't find the door so I kept opening all the windows.

The next dream happened yesterday morning while I was trying to take a disco nap between when I arrived home at 7:45am and had to leave for work at 10am. (As a side note, nothing scandalous kept me out so late, unless you count seeing one of your gay boyfriends in his underwear. Yikes). This time, I was on a walk and I felt like someone was chasing me so I kept running up to all the houses and knocking on the doors but no one answered.

And for our third piece of evidence, this morning I woke up at 6am and then fell back asleep. During the second sleep, I had a lucid wake-dream that involved me hearing someone knock on the door and I would say "Come in" but no one would enter. So I would say it again and still nothing. But I was too paralyzed or frozen to get up and answer the door.

After waking from this dream, while I was laying there contemplating life, I realized that my bedroom door makes a knocking noise all on its own. More like a hollow rattle. It is latched and closed, but anytime someone walks by the door, you hear a faint knocking as the vibration and air cause the door to rattle. This also happens when the upstairs neighbors thump around (not that they are thumping excessively, it is just an old house).

All of my knocking dreams occur when I am in the last stages of sleep so my conclusion is that the knocking enters my fragile psyche when the door is rattling and then figures prominently in my dreams.

Of course, there is the possibility that I am losing my damned mind. But that is a blog for another day.