Dreams – Driving Me Crazy Night After Night

Doesn’t everyone dream at night? My dad says it’s just “our tapes” running wild and they don’t mean a thing. Some folks put a lot of stock into the meanings of their dreams. I don’t know where I stand on the subject. Mostly because my dreams are absolutely beyond ridiculous! How could something ridiculous mean anything at all?

A few nights ago, I dreamed that an Asian woman went to the police for help because her pet cow went missing. She swears that her neighbor from 2 doors down knows something. The pet cow is about the size of a medium-sized dog. He’s white with golden brown patches and eyes of golden brown too. He has kind eyes and is a very sweet cow. He’s calm and cuddly. The Asian woman is psychic. She knows she can figure out who took her pet cow but is smart enough to know that she may need the police to help her retrieve her pet in the end. The police try by asking the neighbors questions, with no leads. The Asian woman has visions and feelings, revealing more leads and the cops can’t figure it out. How does she know? She says “I just know” and they start feeling like she must have some uncanny ability or that she’s just making shit up, pulling them by a leash. The cops follow and watch her; where she goes and what she does, always astonished at how she finds leads. They start to realize she’s the real deal. She finds a warehouse where her pet cow is being kept and goes inside. She’s ready for any resistance, carrying several stun guns with her. There are 4 men in the warehouse who swear they don’t know what she is talking about. The pet cow hears the Asian woman’s voice and starts making loud noises. The Asian woman knows her cow-baby is there. She follows the sound and the men try to stop her. She zaps them all with the stun gun; 2 of them multiple times before they just stayed down. She sees her pet cow and picks him up like it was just a big dog. The cops are astonished as she walks out of the warehouse with her pet cow.

What the living hell does that mean?

Another dream I had recently was about someone who died and left me with lots of property. Clancy Brown (actor) wants to buy a large lot… I know nothing about the land and so I want to do some research. He calls several times wanting to buy. One of those times he called was to inform me that the sprinkler system is broken and it will cost $900 to fix. I googled the lot and found that there is no grass or trees on that land to water! Then the next time he says it will cost me $92,750 to fix that same sprinkler system. I realized he was just trying to get me to sell it to him cheap. I decide to go check out the land myself. When I get there, somehow I end up in a large body of dark water with a bunch of Grover muppet creatures swimming around me.

What the hell does that mean? Other than I’m stark-raving nuts…

Last night, I fell asleep with the tv on. In my sleeping state, I heard the Colonial Penn Insurance commercial at least 3 times. I was hearing strange messages about the insurance being beneficial to us and our families even if we’re not dead. It was insurance that just wasn’t right. It didn’t make any sense. As my brain started to wake up the spokesperson, Jonathan Lawson, said, “Hi. I’m Jonathan Lawson. The real Jonathan Lawson. Don’t buy that other insurance. It’s fake. This is the real Colonial Penn insurance.” From that point on, I heard the real commercial. I heard the price $9.95 per month regardless of age. The 3 P’s…Price, price, and price. I heard ‘real’ people say, “I’m 60. What’s my price?” or “I’m 72. What’s my price?” I woke up completely and tried to make sense of what I had heard all night long. Did it mean something or was my brain just being stupid?

Granted, it wasn’t a normal dream. I was asleep but hearing something that got scrambled in my brain. I think my brain is going insane. Plain and simple.

Am I the only one who has these weird and ridiculous dreams? I’d like to hear about your dreams if you’d like to share them. You can share in the comments or you can use the contact form here.

Just Call Me Quasi

I slept in my lift chair last night…I mean, this morning. I had a Mudslide and was up until after 3am. I don’t know how long after 3am because…umm…the Mudslide. I decided my chair would be a better place for me because when alcohol enters the picture, I’m more apt to fall on my ass trying to get ready for bed.

I slept well until about 6:30am. Not a lot of sleep but I did sleep better than I do in my bed. I’m walking better as well but I have a kink in my neck and an ache in my upper back. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed my hair was sticking straight up…in the back. I looked like Quasimodo for fuck’s sake.

I have to apologize, my friends, for not posting Friday’s Funnies yesterday. I promised myself that I would try harder but time just got away from me yesterday. When I looked in my file for memes I realized I never saved one meme all stinkin’ week anyway! I just haven’t been on social media much lately. It’s actually been nice. I’m thinking of deleting a couple of my Facebook pages and maybe my Instagram account. I don’t use that one much anyway.

I crashed at about 10am, as I thought I would. I was falling asleep sitting up. I dreamed that I looked out my bedroom door, which was on the opposite wall than it really is, and saw the back door. Under the back door, I saw a huge gap between the bottom of the door and the floor and thought, “No wonder I get so many bugs and critters in my bedroom.” I then Googled (still in my dream) ‘Why do I see a gap under the door?’ and Google’s answer: ‘Perhaps you see something that really isn’t there.’ Lo and behold, I looked again, and there was no gap under the back door. See, Google is always helpful. Even in dreams. Then I woke up and realized only an hour and a half had passed. Maybe I should Google “Why is Debbie losing her mind?”

I crashed again at 2:30pm. Another hour and a half of sleep. Still looking a bit like Quasimodo, I realized sleeping in my lift chair at night instead of my bed probably isn’t the best place for me, Mudslide or not.

Have a great Labor Day weekend, and be safe and not sorry.

AG “Woofie” (Not A Political Post)

I won’t even discuss my opinion of the Attorney General at this point because it would likely piss a lot of people off. I don’t really care but that’s not what this post is about, not really.

Dad watches the news continuously and I get so sick of hearing the same stories over and over again. Sometimes, it’s like the earworm songs that get stuck in your head. Same nauseating voices. Same lies. Same bullshit. You get the picture.

I guess the current events of the past week have been embedded in my brain because in the wee hours of the morning I dreamed that I was watching the AG give a speech on the news. In my dream I remember thinking, I wish this dildo would shut up. About that time, his voice turned into the sound of a basset hound, “woof, woof, woof,” matching the movements of the AG’s mouth perfectly.

As I started to wake up, I realized there was actually a damn dog in our yard barking incessantly. I really wish people would keep their AG’s…uh, I mean, dogs locked up!


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A Weird Dream, An Asthmatic Cat & A Lost Clock

Tuesday started out with me waking from a weird dream about my purse and car being full of medications and getting a ticket for not having those medications in bottles. Where does shit like that come from?? It left me wondering if there were any laws that restrict a person from carrying medications without proper labeling and if there were limits on how many could be carried without that labeling. It’s not like I take that many prescription medications. THREE. TRES. 3. That’s it. The rest are vitamins, supplements, and over the counter medications like pain rubs and Mucinex. Sometimes my dreams leave me scratching my head.

First thing as I came out of my bedroom this morning, Dad asked me where the wall clock was that we purchased a few weeks ago. He had been complaining about the clock in the living room losing time and that we needed to replace it. So, we bought a new one. Last week, I ran across the clock when I cleaned and organized the shelves in the living room. I took the clock out of the box and I swear, I stuck it somewhere handy. Where? I haven’t the foggiest clue. In my defense, if Dad would have replaced the old one with the new one, I wouldn’t be wracking my brain trying to find that damn clock now!! It is literally driving me insane! I looked for hours this morning, in every nook and cranny I could think of. I’m beginning to think one of the cats hid it. (Not really, but it’s not my fault. Someone else must’ve done something with it.)

Jack had a recheck appointment with the veterinarian this afternoon. He had a serious lung infection, perhaps caused by allergies originally, BUT now the consensus is that Jack may have asthma. I’ve never had a cat with asthma. I never thought a cat could even have asthma! Poor Jack will stay on his steroid pill for a couple more months, just a couple times a week, and we will revisit the issue in March. Perhaps he can eventually get off the medication and we’ll just keep some on hand just in case of an asthmatic episode. Poor Jack was exhausted when we got home. He started out on the desk in front of the computer draped over my arm but now has relocated to the bed.


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He was a bit stinky when we got home. Poor little guy pooped and puked all over his carrier on the drive to the vet’s office. Dr. Missy said he just released all of his demons.

We hadn’t been home more than 10 minutes when Dad asked me if I ever figured out what I did with that blasted clock and, up until then I had forgotten all about it. I’ve been wracking my brain ever since. Ugh.