Napping and Dreaming

[kybearfuzz]

They're two of my favorite activities, going hand in hand. I don't know why, but the standard length of my naps is three hours, unless I set an alarm. It's been that way since I was a baby I hear. So after lunch, on this rainy Saturday, I decided to take a nap and forgo the alarm. And the dream was a hodge-podge mess of things.

I was working in a coffee shop as a waiter (I think). After work, I went home, which turned out to be my grandmother's old house. I got home and my mom was acting really strange, very man-ish, and her voice was odd too. There was a baby on the roof and a couple of strange guys on the front porch.

After a very awkward hug with Mom, finding cases of beer in the dryer, and junk food in the fridge, I knew that something was up. So I grabbed an empty 16 oz glass Pepsi bottle from the table, and confronted "Mom."

"Who are you, and what have you done to my mom?" I said, shaking the bottle over my head.

"Relax, she's fine," she replied, "I'm just in her body while they scrub her mind."

"Her mind?" I said, "You can't do that, she doesn't have much of one left."

This last bit was part-comedy, part-seriousness as Mom seems to a bit off in a Sophia Petrillo-sort of way in real life.

Mom and one of the guys got into a car, saying they had to leave. I asked about my mom and they handed me an unloaded gun, saying they were meeting a Winchester. When I asked who it belonged to, they pointed at the baby on the roof and drove away.

So I handed the gun to the baby and went inside, looking for clues to what happened to Mom. I checked the bedrooms and remembered the secret panel and corridor in the back of a closet. I could walk behind rooms with this connected corridor. The end was turned out to be a summer camp full of cheerleaders or gymnasts, I couldn't tell which. The groups were outside performing and they had hung their personal items from the ceiling. The ceiling was littered with little items, like earrings, cell phones, and spoons, each hanging by little elastic strings.

A group of thugs were talking in the bedrooms and I could hear them through the corridor, so I went back to them. I was nearly discovered by them as they were searching the rooms for something too. I'm guessing they were looking for "Mom" and the people that were in the house. I sort of "knew" they were also taking the cheerleaders somewhere.

So I rushed down the corridor and through another junction where I saw them taking some of the girls. This part of the house was like a broken down warehouse, full of random junk and crap falling down from the ceiling. I ran into a dark haired woman in black leather. She was a bad guy, you could tell how she was dressed.

I planted a strong kick to her face with my dirty shoe. She stumbled back and gave a dirty look.

"That was a pretty mean thing to do," she said calmly, pulling her jacket off.

She had six arms. Seriously.

"That must really come in handy for masturbating," I said.

"You have no idea," she replied.

She followed me outside where I found her car and her bags. She was the last of the bad guys to leave it seems. Another swift kick and she went flying away from me and I caught her bag. I found her cell phone and stuck in my pocket, no gun or anything though.

I took off running, apparently knowing exactly where I was going, though I was blocks away. Why I didn't steal her car, I don't know. So I'm running like crazy down the street, passing moving trucks that are loading furniture from shops in the alley ways. The I see someone running parallel with me down the other side of block through the alley. It's the cheerleaders, along with other kids, and they keep looking back like someone is chasing them.

I wake up, refreshed and confused. A six-armed woman, really??

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[dewittar.livejournal.com]

Coke Zero, Diet Coke, Coke Clear, Coke with Splenda... so long as it's Coke over Pepsi.

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

Actually, I grew up in a Pepsi city. The Pepsi bottling plant employed a good chunk of the folks in town and everything was sponsored by Pepsi. I like regular Pepsi. When I switched to diet sodas over a decade ago, I found Diet Coke was far better than Diet Pepsi. :)