Festive Dreaming

Happy Halloween to all who celebrate!  In the spirit of the season, it’s only appropriate that I have at least one horrific dream sequence.  Thank goodness for my ability to wake myself.  Otherwise I might’ve experienced heart failure.

This will be brief, but to the point.  Mainly because I cannot remember most of the fine details.  Only the main ones.  But those are what count, right? Continue reading

Taco Bell It Is!

Last night’s brief dream was extremely frustrating.  Nobody could understand what I was saying.  Maybe it was because I was trying to order dinner from McDonald’s, and I’m not supposed to have it, and they knew.

I wanted a filet o’fish sandwich and some other stuff I can’t remember.  I mainly wanted the fish, and some iced tea.  But when the window person shouted “Can you repeat?  The computer didn’t understand what you were saying!”, I started shouting.  And this went on about five or six times.

“I just want a damn fish sandwich!!!  Is that so difficult???”  Apparently it was, because the computer wasn’t putting the order through, and the girl at the ordering window started laughing hysterically because MAJOR SNAFU. 

So much for my fish sandwich.  “Do you have chicken strips???”  Well here comes the manager.  “Sorry, miss.  You need to leave the premises.  You’ve managed to scramble our computer system with some weird frequency on your blue tooth ear piece.”

Then the FBI showed up, and started chasing me in circles around McDonald’s for a good hour …. until I hit 88 miles per hour.  Apparently they thought I was a spy/hacker.

I’m not going to McDonald’s for a long time.


Now And Then

It’s necessary to share a rare, content mood.  My favorite music/artists usually trigger these good moods.  But because there was a time when I was constantly listening to the same music over and over for quite a few years, it nearly lost its deep meaning to me.  It almost escaped my heart and soul.  So, I backed off quite a bit, and saved it for special occasions. Continue reading

Return Of The Bus

To be honest, the only part of any dreams I can recall from last night was riding that damn bus to the safe house from my previous night’s dreams.  Except I was alone, heading further than the original safe house I was supposed to be at.  Mema made it safely, and people were taking care of her. Continue reading