To Sleep, Perchance To…
…dream.
The last two nights have caused me to wake up in the morning thinking, WTF? Vivid, disturbing nocturnal adventures, whose feelings of dread and confusion carry over into the waking hours.
Bleah. I hate bad dreams. I realize the Junior Peanut has something to do with it all — the excess hormones currently rampaging this poor bod — but it’s not her fault. I just wish they could be happier dreams. Or funnier. Or sexier. Or somethin’.
Faceless strangers pouring gasoline into my car and lighting it on fire just doesn’t make for an uplifting morning, y’know?
February 25th, 2010 at 9:33 am
Depends. Was it the Starr mobile or was it the old clunker you had before?
February 25th, 2010 at 10:28 am
“the old clunker”??
I resemble that remark, sir. I liked my Honda. She was a good ol’ gal until she fell apart on me.
Actually, I didn’t recognize the car, but I instinctively knew it was mine. It wasn’t anything fancy — some sort of plain, four-door sedan.
February 27th, 2010 at 9:45 pm
… some sort of plain four-door sedan. Was this dream a wish that my boring Toyota would go away?