Saturday, February 20, 2016

Last night I had a dream that I was eating dinner in a large dining hall in which I seemed to be part of a large group. The dining hall was half full and it really annoyed me that we had to have assigned seats. I went and asked one of the “bosses,” or at least someone I perceived to be of authority, why it was necessary. Her answer was something like, “We’re looking for criminals.”

Then she said, “Stop moving me,” in an irritated tone because I had to lean over somebody to ask her, putting me too close for comfort, though I didn’t seem to be leaning against her.

In another dream, I was in a car with one of two young guys in their 20s driving, I sat in the front passenger seat as Tom sat in back. Eventually, the city gave way to rural roads and we were back out in the country following a wheat-brown grassy road. It was a strange scene in that the rest of the grass everywhere else was very green.

Once back at some type of lodge, I heard the young guys being kind of loud in a community bathroom and I wondered what was going on. Were they doing drugs, were they drunk, were they sick? I dared a quick peek at them and one of them seemed to be doing something in or over the bathtub. Tom threw his hands up behind me in frustration and said, “They’re college kids.”

Tammy did a fine job of scaring the shit out of me in my dreams last night. She was driving us somewhere and we were in a large parking lot. She suddenly took off at 100 MPH because she wanted to make the light at a nearby intersection. I urged her to slow down, saying that no light was worth going so fast for.

I ordered that Keurig coffee maker I said I was going to order. It’s the purple one that’s just under $100. I also got a variety sampler in regular and decaf, plus new air filters for the air cleaners and bedding for the rats.

Tom was going to work today but then I guess they decided not to bother. The extra $200 would have been nice, but so is the extra time to get some things done around here. We want to cook our first meal together in the pressure cooker, and he needs to make room in the front somewhere for the cat/rat bike spinner.

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