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40 acres and a jag
2002-08-03 12:12:28 (UTC)

nightmares

you know they're scary when they keep you up as an adult.

my nightmares don't consist of hairy, multi-eyed monsters.
it's usually something with my husband not being around.
last night i dreamed i had promised some other guy to love
him. since then, i had met my husband. i had to tell the
guy that i wasn't interested. that wasn't a problem.

i dreamed that my husband was in jail again. i missed him
so much. later i dreamed that he was asleep on a couch.
he's completely befuddled when he's knocked out. i was
trying to get him up to look at a couch someone had given
us. instead, he sent his spirit to be with me. the spirit
was the playful, lively john. so, we went outside.

i went to a restroom in a public bldg (like a high school),
and my husband went with me. he forgot to shut the door! i
was livid as those little stupid ass kids stared at me. i
got mad at them and asked if they wanted to film me for
posterity. well, some little black girls got mouthy, and i
knew we'd have to whip their asses.

my husband studied aikido, all the styles of wu-shu (jack
of all trade, etc) and tae kwon do (his specialty). he
telepathically told me he'd take care of things, but i
wanted to fight, too. he gave me a sponge mop. yes, a
sponge mop with incredible properties. i would wield it
like a naginata.

en route to look at the couch at my brother's, the mouthy
little bitches encountered us. it felt like i'd been
studyin bushido for years. i assumed a stance, and one of
the other girls did the same (shaolin). we started
fighting, and i was cleaning up with that mop. i didn't pay
too much attention to what john was doing.

one of the hussies made a snide remark about the mop,
saying it wasn't magical. i threw it at her, clucked her in
the head, and it returned to my hand. shortly after our
victory, i woke up. it was nice to hear john sawing logs
beside me. i just touched his leg (looks like a tree stump)
and went back to sleep.




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