Saturday, February 12, 2011
Ok, I have to admit...I love Stephen King and Dean Koontz. Such demented minds could only write the things they (King especially) do. I use to have the oddest, grossest nightmares. Things you'd read in a Stephen King book. It has been 6-7 years since I've had such nightmares. Until last night. Holy cow. Zombies were trying to get into my house, the dryer kept filling up with water, and of course everyone else in the house just went about their business like they weren't there. I'm not really sure where the midgets and rogue butterflies fit in, but I think since the butterflies were trying to eat my face they must have been the zombies pets. So what did I eat last night to bring this on? Umm nothing out of the ordinary. So I only got about 3 hours of sleep and I feel terrible this morning. Good news is it's sunny and will be 50 degrees. I am planning a nice long walk with my dog and i-pod. Hopefully I can walk these cob webs out of my mind. Actually in the scheme of things this nightmare wasn't half as bad as the ones I use to have. I should be grateful for that.