I spent last night with weird dreams and nightmares. Normally, I would call being in a bathroom in a mom and pop restaurant that had two stalls and the walls slide away and then fall down a nightmare, but I also dreamed of snakes and people thinking it was funny to chase me with snakes. Two guys tried to scale down the outside of a building as I watched from a window; I don’t know what they were trying to get away from – it could not have been snakes or I would have been the first one out.
As usual, I came into the PBC&R and recounted all this to Early Sam who needs his shot of caffeine and life sustaining peanut butter at the crack of dawn. Early Sam, as usual, pulled out his hearing aids when he saw me coming and just occasionally nodded.
Oh, did I tell you the snakes were kept in a cell with bars; why no one thought they would not just slither out between them in beyond me. But. come to think of it, I was standing there looking at the bars, hoping some man would close the cell door quickly, and I didn’t yell, “You idiots” and start to run.
You can see now why the bathroom stall wall fiasco didn’t faze me too much.