Those mornings
you know- when you wake up, having dreampt of strangling those seven assholes with your bare hands- you know what I mean.
You think, with some relief, “oh, it was just a dream. I don’t have to spend the next thirty years on the lam” but it’s bittersweet, because those seven assholes are still alive.
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I can relate. There’s more than seven though.
“I have a little list…they never will be missed…” :)
Right now my dreams are about giving a toast at my sister’s upcoming wedding reception. My opening line: “So, has she told you about her stay in the psych ward yet?”
Unfortunately, I’m not sure I’m even going to be invited.
Joanna: Can you go as the guest of someone who has been invited?
Yeah, ak they’re a lot more then seven in the various layers of government that need doing. On the other hand seven IS a start and who knows, seven might “pour l’encourage l’otres”.
og: Probably, but I think staying away would be the better (if less satisfying) statement. The whole situation is an unqualified disaster in the making, but my mom dove headfirst into smiley-isn’t-this-wonderful-land, and where she goes my dad follows. Also sis is still waiting for me to apologize for what I said at her intervention. (Yeah, that’ll happen … )
Sounds like having a nice lunch with friends instead would make you the better served of anyone.
And to that I say aye aye, sir.
But in the dream they ARE dead, which I find very satisfying.
Last night I dreamed I was climbing up a series of ladders – climbing rungs that were built onto the sides of buildings, to get into a disguised Soviet rocket with a nuclear warhead. Some Russkie tried to push past me but I shoved him off the ladder.
Last week I dreamed I backed-up my buddy’s burgundy Aston-Martin into a wooden fence. It’s always something.
Woke up one morning so convinced I had killed some anonymous soul I was looking over my shoulder for a week.
Not sure what to make of it as I did not feel any particular guilt about the deed, just concern I might be found out.
Look we each take seven with no duplication of effort, the world will be much more pleasant.
I could take out seven liberals without even leaving my neighborhood. I think this is a great idea, Thomas.
Seven, the number of rounds in a 1911 .45….
Coincidence?
I think not.