whiskey cat

Last night's dream was a scrambled blur and I only remember parts of it.

In one part, I was at some sort of party with adults older than me whom I did not know. We were standing around in a room eating all kinds of good food and talking about how horrible it was that some girl had just died. The conversation was grim, but there was so much good food. I remember the texture of the chocolate pie I ate. I remember the fancy tapas. At one point I picked up a "fruit burrito" and thought it was very odd that a whole unpeeled orange was just sitting in a tortilla. I thought it was kinda trashy and lazy and against the general fanciness of the rest of the food. But I took it anyway, and walked into a room where my ex, his last girlfriend and some mutual friends of ours were sitting and talking. I said, "Hey guys, look--a fruit burrito!" and then the orange fell onto the floor and they started laughing at me and saying that I was pregnant with fruit and that I pooped fruit.

In the next part of the dream I was yelling at Brice for not fixing the water yet in our new kitchen. I was mad that he was just playing games and I couldn't get around to it because I was always at work and he could. We had a different house and we hadn't moved into the kitchen yet. There were two kitchens, but this one wasn't connected to the house--just a building outside like a detached garage.

The last thing I remember about the dream: a bunch of people and myself were sitting around in the kitchen/garage and laughing at my cat Neko because she was pawing things and knocking things over. It was so cute the delicate way that she touched things with her paws. Then she slowly poured some vodka into a shot glass. Yeah, my cat poured a shot. Then she knocked the shot glass over and the vodka spilled onto the floor and she beat the glass around with her paws. We were laughing wildly--in hysterics that the cat poured a shot just to knock over the glass and chase it.

lots more stairs

Last night's dream:

Kari was about to move to Ohio from Washmo so I drove out there so we could have one last hurrah. But I had to wait for her to get off work--she was waitressing in some fancy restaurant. So I sat down and ordered some coffee. Kari was chatting with me because the place wasn't too busy. The owner of the place came by and slapped her on the bum and said, "Get back to work, I'm not paying you to talk!" And Kari rolled her eyes and walked away. I was like, "Kari, what a creep, are you going to take that?!" and she just shrugged. In reality she would've never stood for that. But alas, it's a dream.

She told me the owner also lived in the place and that I should explore while I was waiting for her to get off work. I realized it was the strangest building ever. The tables were arranged on platforms that just kept going up and up. Kari walked up the stairs, filling peoples' coffee mugs as she ascended. She walked up so far up I couldn't see her anymore. I strained my neck looking up all those stairs, wondering where they went. I climbed them.

They were the steepest stairs I'd ever climbed in my life. They went on forever. It was much like climbing the Temple of the Sun in Teotihuacan only I was doing it very quickly. I was huffing and puffing when I got to the top. Up and away from the restaurant patrons below, I was in a very nice living room with cedar walls and floors and cozy looking rugs all over, and solar panels in the ceiling. There were bookshelves full of books and movies, puffy looking couches and chairs, a large television, and children's toys everywhere. I heard children running and screaming somewhere, and heard the pounding of their feet on the floor above. Sounded like they were playing tag. I marveled at how many floors there were. Then I saw an entrance leading into a foyer which contained two different staircases.

After much deliberation, I took the one on the right, with a plan to come back down and go up the left staircase later. The stairs were like the ones I'd climbed before only with lots of turns and twists. I kept thinking it had to be the tallest house ever. I got to another living area, this time with children's bunkbeds. Then I saw even more staircases. I was overwhelmed.

That is all I remember.

jack-o-lantern kidnapping!

In last night's dream I was babysitting.

It just Lowell and I, like it used to be when I sat on Wednesday mornings and Carl was at school. For some reason they had dogs, three of them (in reality they don't) and the dogs were talking.

I was reading Lowell some little cardboard books and he was laughing and squealing, making noises and pointing--just being a cutie as usual. I went to the bathroom and when I came back Lowell was gone. I flipped out and the dogs helped me look around the house for him. Then one of the dogs ran to the window and yelled, "Look, here he is!"

I ran to the window and looked out. Down in the road I saw a jack-o-lantern with an evil smile that was also a carriage being pulled by two black horses. Lowell was wobbling into it and the pumpkin was laughing cruelly. I screamed "NOO!!" then Lowell was gone and the jack-o-lantern was vanishing, with Lowell inside of it. My stomach dropped; I felt like I'd never get him back.

One of the dogs shouted, "It's a portkey! You have to find the pumpkin to get the baby back!" so I spent a long time searching around the house and outside for the pumpkin, following the sounds of its sinister laughter. George came home early, for lunch, and flipped out, saying not to call Devoney yet.

We searched everywhere and George was sweating and frantic, telling me he'd never allow me to sit for them again. But we finally found the pumpkin in the yard. As soon as I touched it, Lowell appeared, laughing and cooing.

Strange.

The Battle of Columbia

In my dream last night some Middle Eastern country's army (not sure which) had attacked Columbia and a battle was underway (LOL) and all the local media was panicking. Brice kept trying to leave--he wanted to join the army (LOL again). I kept yelling and pleading with him and yelling at him that I wouldn't let him go down there (triple LOL). And we kept arguing back and forth this way for quite a while but in the end my persistence and stubbornness won.

I was sitting with a group of people and saw some GIs. I asked them what was going on downtown but they just said, "Keep calm" and kept moving. I saw a freemason on a horse wearing all his official garb and regalia.

Then some people came running and screaming from the direction of downtown and we all knew then there was going to be an explosion and Brice started running and said "OH SHIT!" And we tried to search for the car keys so we could drive away but then

BOOM.