First time I blogged my dreams, but here it goes. Please be aware that I had my tonsils and uvula taken out (sleep/health reasons) and that I'm a whopping 45 years old! Recovery has been a b95ch. But with the help of my friend Lortab Elixir and some time off from work I'm suffering less. Gives new meaning to "Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends..." (Beatles, Sgt. Pepper, Get By with a little.... you get the picture.)
So, it's after 3:00am this morning and I took my usual dosage of meds (15ml tho wish it were more) and I am propped up in bed so my head is higher than my heart. I finally doze off and I have this dream that my family and I are in some old hotel. We have some other friends in a nearby room like the Cormany family. Anyway, you can tell the place is fairly old, maybe 40's or 50's style. Then we are walking around and I see a couple near the lawn. It's like deja vu or something, because here are this man and woman walking a small dog and the woman seems familiar in a bad, creepy kind of way. We keep on going and take the elevator to our floor and go to our room. Seems that we are in some sort of war. There are old bi-planes flying towards the building and shooting people and shooting the building. Of course I'm surprised but I try to keep everyone safe by getting away from the windows and behind some thick walls that won't let large caliber bullets through. The attack ceases and we are all looking at the damage. There is broken glass and plaster all over. Some people are lying dead in the halls or on the sidewalks around the hotel if they weren't lucky enough to get some shelter. This happens a few more times, but the technology of the planes improve and they are now WW2 vintage type aircraft with both guns and bombs. The attacks continue and there is less and less of the building to protect us. I'm also compelled for some reason to leave between attacks and go through the top of the building where there are different types of clothing for sale. I know I am stealing, but I take a shirt as I run by and put it on. Unfortunately I fail to notice the inventory tag that is on it and I trip a security alarm and some burly security men as I go by. I end up dropping the shirt and escaping down an elevator to the lobby level and as I'm running I see the man and woman from the beginning of my dream. This time the woman rats on me and leads security to me. I just knew she was trouble, but I didn't know it for sure at the beginning. I only had this feeling.
Then there is this awful screeching, like an alarm and I wake up to find out it is time to get the kids ready for school.
Whew, nobody is dead! I'm not in jail. We don't have war planes attacking our hotel anymore.
But my throat still hurts like h3ll! I seek the solace of my friend 15ML Lortab Elixir.
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