Down the Rabbit Hole With Unicorns

Sing it with me chil'ren...

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor.. will you be mine? Won't you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor??"

I'm back at the Asylum today after my mandatory three day weekend.

Yay.

It's going to be a weird one.. I think. I dreamed that a woman from a donut shop in town (there isn't one) showed me a hole in the mountain where you could look down upon the holler, but you were able to see the unicorns and leprechauns that were always there but invisible to the naked eye.

I swear.. I didn't smoke a damn thing before bed last night.

"Stray Cat Strut" is playing through my earbuds at the moment. Ya'll remember The Stray Cats don't ya? I have an autographed picture with a newspaper article about them from back in the day. When Ma was out gallivanting every weekend with P.W.P. (Parents Without Partners.. I'm not making it up.. seriously) she always seemed to end up with the guys in the band... proving that some things ARE genetic.. and she knew someone who knew someone.. or something.. and got me the autograph.

I was just re-reading the last paragraph about the dream. There was a hole in the mountain. The lady worked at a donut shop.. and a donut is a pastry.. with a hole.

Paging Dr. Freud...

Maybe the "holes" have sexual significance. No wait.. that would mean I have leprechauns and unicorns in my coochie.

Do they make cream for that?

Oh and unicorns, with their horn, could possibly be a phallic reference. I'm not even going to attempt a guess at what the leprechauns mean.. although I wouldn't be completely opposed to dating vertically challenged Irish men.

Okay.. I think I need more coffee... and maybe some antipsychotic medication.

Ya'll be good.. or be good at it.

Later Taters!