woolgathering

I  had another kooky dream last night.

They shut the whole goddamn downtown area down for labor day, (or some other obscure holiday that everyone else always seems to know about but me) blocked off all the parking, and the big huzzah was to be a movie at the theatre.  

My mother and family were there.  I was panged by feelings that I wasn't being entirely included in the hullabaloo and people were seizing in the street.  Grand Mals followed by cars splashing puddles into their very unfortunate eyes.

At one point I pushed a taxi driver to the ground and kicked him mercilessly for cutting me off and almost hitting my boiler (or car if you didn't catch the last post).  The kicking part made me happy by appeasing some sick bloodthirsty part of my psyche.

At another point I suspected an intruder, freaked the fuck out and "escaped" out the garage door only to discover that the interloper was a case of bottled water.

seriously?

the icing on this dreamy cake?

the movie was a re-run