I am having the weirdest dreams of late,
All stress related,
But still …
They are so vivid and real,
I almost feel dizzy when I wake up and try to sort things out.
Last night’s dream found me in San Diego doing one of my weekend excursions …
Though this time I apparently wasn’t conventioning,
But just down there drinking,
At some point this group of people I didn’t know and I krossed the border …
’Cause apparently it’s easy to do.
We ended up drinking cervezas on some waterfront deck.
Pretty much the same thing I end up doing when I’m home,
Except for the waterfront part, and …
Being across the border part.
Though in the summer,
The waterfront part actually happens at times.
I’m having a good time on this waterfront deck …
Doing the Amy-thing,
Which generally consists of doing my best to make sure everyone is having a good time,
When some chick walks up to me …
And Function Calls.
It’s even permeating my dreams now.
Plus there I was,
Across the border,
I have to believe I silently quoted my ancestor …
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.“
I’m not sure exactly how I got out the predicament,
But I remember making my way aggressively down a boardwalk,
Where there was a crowd of people hurrying down the boardwalk too,
In the same direction as I.
It was crowded and rushed,
Some people stumbled.
I remember helping as many of them as I could along.
Editor’s note: I have to give myself credit, in what appeared to be a moment of crisis, I think I was pretty calm ! 🙂
Some girl was hysterical about not having her plane ticket,
So I went back to this bar on the boardwalk and bought her a plane ticket,
From a Cylon of all things.
And not one of the human form Cylons,
But the original metal ones with the spooky scanning red eye.
Hey, it’s a dream … it’s not expected to make sense. *shrug*
I pushed my way back to her and just as I gave her the ticket,
Someone pushed me and I stumbled into an empty apartment.
I heard a noise in one of the kitchen drawers,
So I opened it up,
And ended up getting viciously attacked by an angry squirrel.
It was a killer squirrel I tell you !!! 🙂
Which for purposes of symbolism,
Is probably the most interesting part of this dream,
And oddly enough,
Is something even I noted while defending myself from the squirrel attack during the dream.
(Context Hint: One of Joe’s more common nicknames in the later years of his life was “squirrel“.)
I then was in a dark alley,
Back pressed against a door
Hearing all sorts of rumblings,
Leading up to confrontation,
When the door opened up and caused me to fall into a hallway.
The door closed and locked by some young chica,
Who turned to me and said with a smile …
“Hi Amy. I thought you could use a hand. I’m a viewer.“
Gawd, I love my viewers !!!
Thank you !!!
I’m beginning to really dislike squirrels !!!