The other night, I had ONE dream that contained all of the following elements:
1. Running through a U.S. naval shipyard, fleeing authority. Giggling ensued.
2. Being hit on for a late night booty call at a stoplight by a zombie. He wasn't even the Twilight kinda sparkly undead. He was of the icky variety, complete with dangly eyeball and slipping flesh. He was, however, sporting a very nice mullet.
3. Waiting in an exam room to be seen by my doctor, while being naked and tucked snuggly in a big soft bed. I had to stay in the exam room because there was a violent psycho killer in the lobby who hadn't had his meds because of insurance issues and he was foaming at the mouth for something to rip apart.
4. Meeting other members of an Elvis appreciation group, digging up his body and carrying his coffin through the streets of Memphis, in sort of a "stations of the cross" kinda thing, marking his last movements through the city before he died. This adventure included carrying the casket up and down an narrow, stuccoed stairway while being lectured by a little old lady on the wonders of Elvis.
That's the Readers Digest Condensed version. There was a lot more and it all sort of ran together like it was a normal series of events.
Reckon I'm stressed...MUCH?
I need a nap.
Later Taters.
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6 comments:
I thought my dreams were weird. HA.
I think mine could give you a run for your money. LOL. Last night included my ex husband cutting his thumb off and throwing it across a field, and me looking for it. I swear I woke up exhausted. Must have walked miles in that field. Then he blamed me for cutting it off. Sleeping wears me out.
You are even creative in your sleep!
I "think" you need to get laid by a clean nice respectable man (hence the doc) but I you see or are surrounded by are zombies and crazies!
I meant BUT ALL YOU see,or are surrounded by are zombies etc.
I am definitely suffering from a terminal case of Lackanookie.
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