Chapter 1: Less Than Mind-Bloggeling Thoughts

Squirrels

I have such deep and meaningful dreams.

The other night, I dreamt that I was being chased by a mad squirrel – and by ‘mad’ – I mean “blood-dripping from little squirrel fangs” mad… insane… perhaps borderline rabid.

So I ran from this creature… through some wooded dreamscape… and as I’m running, the little bastard pulls out a tiny blowdart gun…and teeny, little, squirrel-sized darts come whizzing past my head. And would you know… one actually nails me in the neck.

I dream-think, “ouch! That stings! What the hell does this squirrel want from me!!”

And then I woke up.

Perhaps this was a carnivorous squirrel…craving a Joanne-Roast with pine-nuts.

That dream was almost as weird as my “having sex with John Travolta” dream. I don’t know which one scared me more.

I’m just glad that Travolta didn’t start up with “Ba-ba-ba-ba-barbarino” or ask me to join him in a plastic bubble…

posted by Joanne @ 9:33 AM