Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

What little dreams I had last night were dominated by household stress. I’m done playing by the rules. The shit is critical, and I am not joking. Last night I put the house Regulars on notice. Any that have been feeding off the malaise my mother is so damn good at generating have had their…

Bits and pieces from last night:

Two folks had read the dream where a serious discussion devolves into 12 year old giggling over “critical shit”. They were joking about it themselves, asking each other, “Is the shit critical, yet?”. A third person approached them and was asked the punchline question. He became angry and yelled at the first two. They explained…

Me and one of the House Regulars “sat up” half the night talking about how the body perceives temperature as one goes through the various stages of sleep. There was one point where one of us meant to say “critical sheet” (as in “critical sheet temperature”), and it came out as “critical shit”. After that…

Remember lots of things from last night’s dream. None of it clearly, though.

Dream: Went to an auto parts store to buy milk. (!) At first counter, a rude bitch shoved me out her way and demanded to be checked out first. Okay. Whatever. Clerk calls me over to service counter to be checked out. Before I get there, the rude bitch had gathered her purchases and raced…