PonderEthereal

It totally slipped my mind that anyone takes time off for Martin Luther King day till noon yesterday. At which time I realized that even Ethan’s school and after school were closed. Bah. So we’re at home today. So in honor of having dreams and such, I had some FUCKED up dreams last night and I thought I’d share.

* Me and Ryan and Ethan and a bunch of other people were all taken captive by some sort of modified humans that had some strange traits (My dreams are all about being vague. It adds to the mystery.) and we figured out that we could get away from them by tapping them on their noses and then giving the signal and then we could fly all at once.

*My mother (I think) pointed out two kittens across the street that were by themselves. So I went to rescue them. On my way back with them, I stumbled across a third smaller one that was in an owl’s hole. Because everyone knows.. owls.. they dig holes. So I rescued it and grabbed the two others and Ethan handed me a rat to rescue too. Then there was this whole jumbled up period of time in which I tried to put them all in their own habitats. Somewhere in there, there was a baby turtle as well. I accidently put him in the slug habitat. Woops.

* The cat across the street, which belonged to Riley Martin gave birth to 117 kittens, 73 of which survived. The two I rescued were part of this litter. Sexxyred1 and I went to check them out. He was selling them for about $35 apiece (there was a price tag on each carton of two kittens and they were on sale for either half off of one price or the other price and in some strange way, we had to go with the higher price) and some of them were purple and some looked like ducks. This was perfectly reasonable because we all know that cats can get pregnant by several different fathers at once - and one of them must have been a duck. There was this really gross part where there were these half formed kittens wiggling around on the ground and I had to point it out to someone to keep them from stepping on them.

* The dryer flooded the basement.

* I ran into an old friend. I know why he showed up in a dream. It was just very strange indeed that he was there and everything was ok.

To attempt to analyze these dreams would be to laugh in the face of dimentia. It was like a mad libs book threw up in my astral space. The civil rights movement would have been very different if MLK Jr.’s dreams had been anything like mine.

Oddly enough, after those dreams, I feel rested today and I feel like I have energy. I have a list ‘o shit to do including to take down the Christmas tree - because it’s mid January and it’s still up.