Dreaming of A Rat

By -

11pm is when I went to bed. I woke up at 1am. This is common since I stopped taking a sleep aid. I get back to sleep and dream that a fat rat is running from my rear laundry area into my kitchen. I want to take a bow and arrow and pierce it in the gut. I don't have a bow and arrow, though.

Of course dreams with fat rats are not common for me, so I am on the spiritual look out. Who wants to be bother with a rat. I know I don't. But in life there will be rats who enter. It is inconvenient. It is a headache. It is a pain in the rear. But it happens. At least I got a warning.

Hopefully I am not back writing in a few days or a few weeks about the rat encounter in the physical realm. I am hopeful it was the turkey chili and cheese with corn chips I ate at 10:45pm that conjured this dream up.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Closing of the Tabs

By -
There will come a day very soon where I will be able to delete all emails pertaining to job searches. I will be delighted to place that check mark in all those boxes on gmail, yahoo, and whatever else. I will be delighted to close all those tabs of websites offering up their wears, their various and sundry. Oh to have a day where my web browser has only 4 of 5 open tabs.  The day where the other web browser has 7 or 8 will be grand. The day where I might not have to go back to firefox over safari or chrome because this web browser cannot handle this web service or web content or pop-up or whatever else is keeping progress from unfolding, that day will be grand. How joyous the day will be to be free to wander about the world wide web without that particular intent. Yes, I will be glad.
Read more

Make New Friends But Keep The Old

By -
... One is silver and the other's gold. I learned this song when I was around 9 or 10 years old. Throughout the decades, friends have come and gone. These friends were all ages from 3 years old to 108. Some friends I have lost through death... I cherish those 9 years of sharing life with my 108 year old friend. She passed a little over 3 years ago. What a go getter she was. She gave up driving at 99 when she had a close call leaving the Dairy Queen parking lot. She moved to my hometown to be close to her daughters a month shy of 100. She didn't start using a walker until 103. I made friends with a three year old as she read the New York Times while on her knees on her family's couch. She put the paper down for a moment to show me how she could stand her cat, "Edmund Pettus", up on his "haunches!" Oh, My!  These words coming from this 3 year old... I thought to myself. She is a keeper. She will soon be 29 years old, and we still keep in touch. It is impor...
Read more

Buzzards and Ants

By -
Image
As I returned from my morning walk, I see in the middle of the one way three lane road next to my house a recently deceased by way of tire... squirrel. In the past, kind street walkers have bestowed on me the honor of disposing of dead squirrels hit by vehicles with tossing the road kill into my yard. Not on the easement, but into my yard. So, it was surprising to see that two large buzzards were on my sidewalk when I peeked back outside after a bit that day. Then it dawned on me... they have the squirrel. And indeed they retrieved the squirrel from the road and sat under the shade of the pecan trees that line my easement and dined greatly in the cool of the day. They chose the sidewalk for their meal. They took turns pecking away at the slowly dwindling carcass as I hopped into my car to run an errand. When returning from my short trip, the buzzards were nowhere to be found. I walked down the sidewalk to see the last remains of a fluffy tail and several bones. I head back inside to re...
Read more