Melissa’s Cozy Teacup

Maybe it was all the sugar I ate yesterday, or having pizza two days in a row, or maybe it was having company which we rarely do. Anyway, man oh man did I have some weird dreams last night. Usually I’m too tired to remember my dreams. Tired because I spend a great deal of time that I could use sleeping, telling tech hubby to roll over and stop snoring and for heaven’s sake quit breathing on me!!! Ahem, yes, well last night or rather early this morning I was treated to some bizzarro sugar dreams.

1. I was traipsing across the Serengeti with a bunch of people I did not know, one of which had this huge weird automatic weapon he was using to annihilate the giant lion cubs that appeared over the horizon just at sunset. Then, the lion cubs turned into a herd of zebra and elephants at which he continued firing.

Then, we were trying to get away from those things form the movie, Tremors. Remember that movie? The original with Kevin Bacon?

In my dream, I watched in horror as the tremor worm ate the herd of animals. I tried climbing up a scrub bush but ended up just crouching down and watching as people who ran away, were hunted down and devoured.

I was eventually rescued by a helicopter. There was a black lady in the helicopter who was telling me I would have to do an act of service as punishment, but she didn’t tell me what it was I had done for which I needed to be punished. She was also telling the pilot she would pay him.

Finally, we set down and entered a building and went into a small room where another black lady lay in bed with the covers pulled up over her head. The first BL told me I’d have to clean the toilet which was gross, very gross. Then she pulled back the covers and said I’d have to take care of this lady who was covered in her own mess and so very despondent. I felt so sorry for her. She had obviously given up on life. The first BL then told the pilot that what I was doing was his payment. He wasn’t too happy about that and sat sulking. I told him, ’she can do whatever she wants. She told you she’d pay you, she just didn’t say how.’

Then, I woke up, rubbed tech hubby’s whiskers, and everything was alright again in the world. If you’re feeling down, go rub your husband’s morning whiskers. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel better. Perhaps because I have a husband’s whiskers to rub.