Analyze This

My dream(s?) last night (actually, this morning while I laid down and took a nappy with hubby before he wakied).

1st thing I remember, We're packing up to leave. Everything I own gets packed up. Staring at an empty apartment. Then staring at another empty apartment. Unpacking. Hephaestus goes to work. Hephaestus comes home. Hephaestus goes to work again. I'm still unpacking and doing this, doing that. We goto bed. The earth starts shaking. Its a fucking earth quake. What is an earth doing in ARKANSAS! Survey says.......we're not in Arknasas we're in California... WHAT? But how can california be a 3 Hour drive from Arkansas? OH man.

*BZZZ BZZZ* Alarm Goes off.

Round 2. Lady I know comes over (From chicago btw, which is right next door about an hour from Chicago). We talk about her hysterectomy and how they gave her an infection (last I heard she was having a hysterectomy. suppose to call her this weekend) and all this other stuff. I'm comforting her when Hephaestus comes home from work and says, when he walks through the door, "Ok, lets go get this shit done and over with" and walks in the bedroom "Oh, sorry I forgot today is the day your comming over" and walks away.

*weird dream fast forward after about a minute or so of blackness*

I have a dog named Baby and it talks. And it drove from Arkansas to California to see me, where it wont live because its too humid for its naked shaved Chiwawa body. Baby wants to goto beach view balcony upstairs. We head for beach view.

*BZZZZ BZZZZ Alarm Goes off*

I'm standing in my Apartment in California, which is a few minute drive from Chicago, IL and about a 2 hour drive from Arkansas! I don't know whats going on, I'm looking around there is junk everywhere. Pens that have leaked and stained into the carpet. Highlighters, the same. I pick one up. I throw it at our housekeeper (I know right, I have a "housekeeper") and said do your fucking job, its bad enough I work to support you and every day I've been walking by here for 3 days now and its still here ruining my carpets. She has the nerve to tell me that maybe I should have picked it up myself instead of waiting for someoene to do it for me. I proceed to beat the bloody hell out of her screaming "Stupid Bitch, do Your damn Job I pay you to do".

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Alarm Goes off* again, love snooze button, not

I tell my Darling Husband that I'm ready to go to the store now. He says he's not. He's busy. I go into the living room and he's taking down a Christmas tree. (In my dream it is clearly summer time, don't ask how I know but everything screams JUNE). And I ask him why he is messing with a christmas tree in june. He says because I dont appreciate him. *blink* Taking down a christmas tree is to make up for me not appreciating you?? He does'nt say a word. We have a nice view and we're about 3 stories up and its a crisp cool night, after those earthquakes we had a nice tornado and cooled it all off for us, so I open up the bay windows (one huge long window never ending about the length of my current living room HUGE) and as I'm hoping them up *CRASH* onto someone else's car. Its not like I can say "It wasn't us" cuz IT WAS OUR FREAKIN WINDOW.

Well, I woke up on my own after that one. Awoke my man and now he's getting ready to leave for work.

Analyze that!