Dreams, and lots of them.

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Last night I dreamed seemingly all night. Women were yammering in my head, teasing and flitting. No, it was not like that either. It was as if I had made the whole female world angry, and they were letting me know by causing then invading my dreams. Imagine a bruiser of a dog chained to a post. Both the chain, collar, and post are more than up to the task of holding the dog. And, perhaps at first by accident, a cat meanders through the dogs domain and, seeing it's mistake as the mastiff approaches at great speed, the cat lights out like it's tail was on fire. Eventually, however, it learns the limits. The cat begins to enjoy that limit, and plays with the dog often. That was like women and me last night. As a fact, one of the dreams was just like what I just wrote.

They were disturbing my sleep. I did not wake up, but my mind was reeling through half of the dreams and night. Then something began to dawn on me. I had gotten to them. They realized they could not take me. They realized they could not own my intellectual, physical, or any other property and it bothered them that I gave their silliness zero space and put up with their air-headedness not a bit. They were trying to lick their wounds in trying to set me off. This too failed. And in the last dreams, they screeched at their failure.

Now, whether we have psychic connections and all this was from women reading a few of my last posts and just venting their anger at me in some as yet unidentified manner, or if this was just a recap of my life with the feline homo sapiens, I cannot be sure. After the initial frustration, it became fun. I think I even tricked the cat closer and merely slobbered her with a great big wet tongue, much to her huge dissatisfaction. Her claws were laughable. If it is women reading here and being frustrated into not writing a comment, I now understand why. *SSlluurrpp* Love ya babe. Ha!

I finally got my dolly and some extra bungee cords. My neighbor gave me a few he was otherwise going to toss. I got extra as his were two foot or less and I wanted some longer ones. The back of my Xterra has two floor tracks with slider hooks for multiple positioning (they lock down anywhere along the tracks), sidewall hooks, and ceiling hooks, so that I can really tighten boxes, gear, or whatever down to avoid rocking and rolling. Plus, bungee cords will help with the dolly. I can strap boxes on and rock and roll without worrying about losing boxes. I hate losing boxes and going slow.

Tomorrow I will be taking my neighbor around to some places in the hopes of finding housing. I have a couple of things to do in any case, so it is no skin off my nose and perhaps I can help him remember things. I will suggest he bring the classified section of the paper from the other day, a notebook, and a pen. We may need to get another paper if nothing there pans out. I need to get my vehicle inspected and get going with that. To that end, I will be getting what I need sorted out tonight. It would be nice to get my tags and driver's license tomorrow and quit fooling around with it. It drives me crazy when a seemingly simple task ends up becoming seemingly impossible and stretches out over weeks.

I also looked at what was showing in the theaters. I saw two that look good, or good enough. Surrogates with Bruce Willis and Pandorum with Dennis Quaid and Ben Foster. Quaid is sort of yesterday but has potential, I have never heard of Foster, and Willis is okay. I hate going only because I truly despise Hollywood. Even if they made decent movies, cut out political correctness in everything from who they require in every damn movie and in the plot lines, the actors are still quite often the lowest of the low. Stupid people with too much money doing things no one should. Whether it be with or because of drugs, booze, with women, men, each other, guinea pigs, or just setting a bad example all around. Rock stars, whatever, it sort of goes with the territory. But people you watch with your kids? Come on, clean up the poison.

Whatever, I will probably be going to those two as my chance to see if Hollywood can pull something off. I expect to be rather disappointed. My neighbor bought supper tonight, as a thanks. So, I suggested I buy tickets for one of the movies tomorrow. He thinks he will only go if he finds a place. I will work on that if need be. If for no other reason than that if one meets failure at first shot, it is better to relax than to sit and stew. I will probably get him to go. As for the second movie (I am hoping to see both tomorrow, probably in the evening depending on how fast everything else works), if he wants to go, he is welcome but on his nickel. He might. I used to go with my brother to these. Those were good days, if he hated having to take his 'baby brother' (one who was taller and could clean his clock like clockwork).

Dang but I am hungry again. I think a run to Burger King would be good. I need FOOD! I simply have not been eating enough lately, and no, it does not help to lose weight in more ways then one. First, the engines all shut down, just keeping a few on low, so no calorie burn. Second, I end up famished and then I overeat. Yeah, I kn... I know... I kn... *sigh* Hush, I know. I am working on it. But I am just one man, and a man. Go figure.

I best do that then try to get some sleep. Oh, hey, I have not tried this but I will before long... olives in my soda water... Yeah baby, a dry virgin martini. I suppose I could add vermouth, but that has never had any real impact on martinis I have mixed for my own sipping pleasure (neither gin (the good stuff) or vodka (the good or cheap stuff)). And, vermouth is actually an alcohol, sort of in the way of white wine I thought. I have been thinking about that for a bit.

Good night.