Dreams

Last night, I had a doozy of a dream.

It started out with me, my family and a friend and her family spending the night in a hotel.

We'll call her Cathy.

At breakfast, the manager of the hotel was talking with Cathy and her husband about the fact that they had been living there.

(Ok. There's a twist.)

The manager then told Cathy and her husband they had to leave, and proceeded to drive them around to look at places to live.

(Ok....weird.)

They decided on a leaky house that was condemned (seriously?!?) and it had dripping ceilings and pools of water in it.

(Um.....yeah. THAT would happen.)

Another couple of twists, or nuances, to this wonderful specimin of fiction, are that the kids were little (they're adults now in reality), and throughout the dream I'm trying to keep my cat (who died about 8 years ago) from freaking out and scurrying into some random hidy hole and was holding him on my shoulder or around his middle, if his claws were out, which was happening and not happening at the same time.

(Gotta love dream logic.)

Anyway, there was a semi truck parked outside the condemned house, and the brakes gave out, causing it to roll forward.

And Cathy's youngest son was run over and killed.

(...WHAT?!?

Wait for it......)

And the boy was then turned into a cookie shaped like a gingerbread man.

(I couldn't make this stuff up while awake even if I smoked weed to do it.

Ok, so I've never smoked weed, but you get my point, right?)

And me, my cat (who was being prickly and whom one of my hands was continually occupied with) and the older boy took a van and drove around picking up stuff left on the curbside of neighbors but we were trying to do so without getting caught.

(Why were we doing this?

Not a clue.)

Oh, and there was this path that led away from the condemned house that you had to slide down in order to get to the hotel, which is where my husband and son were during this whole ordeal.....blissfully eating breakfast.

Which I still hadn't eaten and had silently been telepathically sending messages to anyone who would listen that I wanted them to bring to me.

And then I woke up.

And decided that it only made sense to get some breakfast.