Laundry

Dear Diary,

Today was laundry day. As I reached the laundry room with all my clothes rolled up in a bedsheet, the sight of the lined up washers and dryers did to me what they do everytime I see them since I had "the dream": the soundtrack of 'Psycho' started playing in my mind.

You see, I had a dream a couple of months ago. In my dream, I was in the same laundry room, doing my laundry. After the clothes were done, I opened up the dryer and took out all my clothes. I then took a peek inside to see if I had missed anything, and saw a sock at the far end. I reached in to get it but somehow ended up tumbling inside the dryer. Yes, for some wierd reason, the dryer was, all of a sudden, big enough to accomodate me. Inside, I realized how roomy the dryer actually was. It all even smelled of my detergent, the dream was so real.

Anyway, I picked up the sock and was just about to step out when suddenly the door of the dryer slammed shut and the dryer started. To avoid being tumbled round and round just like my clothes a few minutes earlier, I started running in the opposite direction of the motion of the dryer. So there I was, running like mad in one spot, with a sock in my left hand, for I dont how how long. Just when I thought I was going to collapse of exhaustion, I woke up.

So you see dear diary, since that dream, I have this phobia of the laundry room, especially the dryers. I mentioned this dream to a few of my friends, to ask what it all meant. I got very diverse analyses, which just goes on to show the diversity of my social group itself. Remarks included "You are chasing something in the wrong direction", "Your life is at a standstill while the world moves around you", " You should change your detergent", etc, etc.

So today, as I stood in front of the dryer, watching in horror as my clothes tumbled round and round, seeing glimpses of my own face among them, I wondered... Will I ever get over this phobia? Will I ever be able to do my laundry without this sense of dizziness enveloping me? Will the 'Psycho' soundtrack ever stop playing in my head?

I worry about myself sometimes, dear diary. I really do.