I had a weird dream that I was one of the contestants on “Survivor.” We started off as 16 contestants who had just arrived out in the jungle somewhere and it was decided that to spice things up there would be an immediate cut of one person based on a drawing of lots type contest. The contest consisted of closing our eyes and picking out two different colored dog biscuits from the bag presented to us. You needed to select two that not only matched each other, but matched the colors they were looking for to stay in the game. Yes, it sounds complex and since we were all blind folded with a time limit making things worse it sort of hampered the ability to find the proper dog biscuits, that’s why six of us didn’t finish in time. Instead of some sort of way to sort us all out, they decided that all six must go — after a 3 hour wait because the contest was found to have the wrong amount of odd colored dog biscuits. I remember telling two of the younger guys there to fill their pockets with dog biscuits because they’d get to the point in the competition that they’d have to eat those as a way to survive. God only knows if they listened to me as suddenly me and five other people were on planes back to the states.
So we all got pissed off. We decided to sue and suddenly I had a blonde on my arm (one of the other competitors), we were talking about making millions because of the botched competition. She was a weird composite of all the women in my life. It was very weird. Each and every one was represented in a way and I couldn’t be happier to have this girl seemingly in love with me and to lead the Survivor revolt. I so want to know if we won the case … but I woke up when the garbage men came early and were banging our garbage cans around.
It is a miserable day. We went from 30 degrees to 50 degrees over night and the snow we were going to get has turned into a drizzle. My dish is out and I have another sinus headache. It’s dark. Like if it were 4 am. I almost need to turn on a light in this room to see anything. It hasn’t been this way for a storm like this in ages, so I’m wondering what is up. Of course my parents were dumb enough to let one of the cats out. He was waiting at the back door when I got up. Another (Thrashie) is staring at me as I type because she wants milk and her shot. Well, one of the two anyway. I have to work in 30 minutes and I so don’t want to move. I want to climb back into bed and finish that dream.
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