dreaaaaams….

Last night I had a few good ones…

I was at my parents house and it was nighttime. My Dad had gone to bed and my Mom and sister were nowhere to be found. For some reason, there was this pounding on the door and this kid from high school that I knew named Kevin Davis was there, threatening to kick me in the balls.

I dodged and evaded him a few times and he got frustrated and ran away, so I decided to go into my room and hide out for awhile. I kept hearing wildlife sounds (which for some reason preceded the onslaught) so I was afraid he was going to return so I called the police. This big fat weird looking police officer showed up and had me fill out this incident report, insisting only that I sign in two places and initial in another.

Right about this time, my Dad comes downstairs dressed in his hunting clothes, asking what woke him up at this ungodly hour. I start explaining myself and then I woke up.

I drifted back to sleep, and for some reason I was chasing this cop into my backyard, where he fell into this gigantic cop-catching hole that I had dug the previous night. It started raining and I could hear him splashing around in there, apparently quite happy at being captured in this way because “it beat being in the squad car.”

This is when my second alarm went off and it was time to get up for the day. All I have to ask is this… what the hell, psyche?