I dreamed a montage of odd things last evening. Not that this is unusual. I only remember one though. I remembered the other odd stuff this morning when I got up, but now I can't think of them. Isn't that weird how that happens?

Anyway the one I remember was that I had to ride one of those scooters generally reserved for elderly folk because my back was so bad and I couldn't ride in a car without being in agony. For some reason my mom was walking with me in a neighborhood and we were trying to get somewhere, but it was proving difficult because the scooter wasn't as fast as a car. I was impatient. She was impatient. Then the scooter quit working. And we threw up our hands and gave up and walked home.


I had a dream last week that I was being attacked by a man. He was just a big black shadowy blur, but he was mean. I was fighting and kicking and screaming and thrashing. He went to put his hand over my mouth to silence me and I bit down on his hand between his thumb and forefinger. I bit down hard. It was so vivid becasue I felt my teeth ripping away at his hand and he was screaming.

I woke up at that point and was a bit panicky. Rightly so. I laid there for a few minutes and then had to get up and check all the locks.

It was freaky.
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