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Murphy's Stunt Double
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« Reply #30 on: January 06, 2010, 01:31:18 PM » |
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oooo, strangely enough, just this morning. I dreamed I was in Vegas, or some such party town, my neices and nephews were there, my kids, etc, and we were all running around in this huge building that had ramps and conveyor belts that you could ride, lay down a bag and whip yourself around , lots of fun! THen somehow I made my way upstairs to a private apartment where some nice looking old lady lived who had lots of kitschy antiques and kept going on about this seniors vacation she was getting ready to go on for only $62. Every year she went with this group and it was only $62!! And then there were kittens! One especially sweet little kitty was a creamy off white with just a shade of blonde up around the head and I was seriously thinking of adopting it, but then I was lying on a table, knowing I had just had surgery in this old lady's living room, and the doctor was across the room dismantling portable shelves to take with him to the next surgery, and I had to leave too because the little old lady was getting ready to leave with her friends on their vacation, so I got up and checked my purse and I had one phone that didn't have any service, and another phone that was pearly white and about the size of two sticks of a kit-kat bar that was really unfamiliar to me, but it was all I had to try to get ahold of my family on. So the next thing I know, I'm down on the street in Vegas, walking through the crowds, trying to get a signal on my cell phone to call people, but I can only get through to my voicemail. And I stop into a store where that's got bars on the doors and windows and bullet proof glass, and the guy behind the counter is typing a special deal message into the tv display that's geared specifically toward the hookers in the area, letting them know that they won't be hassled by cops if they buy their booze and munchies there, and then I leave there and find myself in a cafeteria with a couple of friends, waiting in line to get a tray of food, and there's this one display plate of red jello mold that is unstable, so I fix it so it's secure and the woman behind the counter wants to take credit for fixing it, and she won't give me a damn spoon so I can have some of the jello, and by this time I'm getting really upset and I distinctly recall saying, "I just had surgery, can I please get something to frikkin EAT?!!" and then I start crying and none of them care except one lady who is suddenly beside me, talking to me, but it doesn't help, I turn my back on her and take my tray over to the beverage area where one of my buddies is putting a beer on the tray and trying to get me to pretend it's for me because he's underage and wants the beer, and I put a root beer on the tray and race to see who can get a straw in the cans first, and I put a straw in the can of beer, and that's all I remember.
Have you ever had a sleeping dream come true?
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