I just woke up from my nap, and all is not well. I am queasy. I had the most dreadful dream! The worst I have had in a long, long time. But, it was so clear, it was like the wonderful ones that I usually relate.It did start out wonderfully, my other half was alive again, and we lived outside of town in a lovely place that would have done well for a set for Mr.Ed....and he(not Mr. Ed!) was building me a shower, with two stalls, out away from the house. It seems we must have had a pool or something to warrant that kind of structure...like all such dreams, not everything is explained...anyway,the showers were huge, with nice level flagstone underfoot, and the drains were well set in, and the walls were like white pine. They were done,and I was inspecting them, and as I opened the door between the two, I discovered a body! As I turned away in disgust and horror, my man was there to shoulder my head,and comfort me, and said he would take care of it.OMG! It was awful.So then, I went away, someplace, and the next thing I knew, I was being told, it was all taken care of, but when I was shown what had been done, it was my man who was the body...and I had done the dirty deed! See, when he was alive we had a way of playing silly games with each other. So, it would have been just like him to outfit the whole structure with a western motif, up to and including big bull horns on the backs of the doors, as towel hangers, or robe hooks. Knowing how much I loved showers, he would have expected me to want to do that the first thing, after seeing how nicely done everything was. Now, one shower floor was still strewn with straw, from unpacking some building materials or something,and the other had been swept. That was the shower into which he would have expected me to go, all set to shower. He, was on the other side of the door, and when I flung the door wide, in great surprise that the whole thing was so pretty, apparently, he was gored by the bullhorns, while hiding in wait to surprise me, on the other side.
Isn't that horrible? When I woke up, I was still reeling from the shock,and then once in the bathroom, on the throne, I pieced it all together, and yet, it still doesn't make sense....but it certainly upset my stomach. Or, maybe it wasn't the dream that upset my stomach, but the apple I had before my nap didn't set well. In any case, a couple bites of yogurt,and a peach Snapple are settling the upset, but it doesn't change that terrible dream! Plus, I still don't know who that other man was...
No doubt about it. I gotta lay off the murder mysteries! You know what they say? Garbage in, garbage out? Well now we have evidence of it!
OUI?
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