Nocturnal Reflections

Woke up from that same dystopian dream. It was night and we were outdoors. There were others racing past/around me. Every man/woman for themselves. I was scavenging tools. Slowly. Deliberately. Unaffected or just not caring about the panic I sensed from the others. The tools were rusty. Just laying around in the bushes or on the ground. Large and heavy like pipefitter wrenches. I’m not sure I understood how to use them. But I was collecting them anyway. Finding them, tossing them onto an old school push cart I must have had with me, because it was right there and no one else was touching it. I understood that the tools would be useful to me. Maybe even as a weapon. Came upon a struggling furry creature whose face was covered in some form of skull fitting bright white plastic that was obstructing their breathing. It was lying on its back on the ground, barely moving, everyone else was ignoring it, and when I bent over to gently remove the almost glowing cover from their face – almost like a thick collagen facial mask – the creature took a deep breath, thanked me in English and then, glancing around, frightened, raced off into the darkness.

Then Bandit pushed me out of bed by leaning his heavy upper body and paws over my upward facing shoulder – I sleep on my side – which feels really constricting, especially if one of his legs presses on my neck’s carotid artery, and the uncomfortable experience always brings me to consciousness – often pissed off – because, as in this case, I was in the middle of a dream I was actually remembering and wanted to see how it ends. The good news was, the obsidian sky was chock filled with stars when I let the Beagle Brothers out to pee and I got some great grounding in under The Old Man.

Although, as I’m now looking at the bottom of that last photo, I’m not sure what those two bright tik tac objects and parallel tubular dark shadows in the the heavens above them are. You can see the two tic tacs are below the shadow on the left. I was only half awake, trying to keep the dream in my consciousness, and focused on my tree grounding so I didn’t notice them in the moment.

Wonders never cease at Casa Claire.

Well, dawn is approaching from my east.

I have some Claire and Honey chores to attend to, and rounds to make. Then a legal motion to work on.

The Beagle brothers are restlessly sleeping like drunken frat boys.

Barely moved when I plugged in the phone charger.

Although Smokey is now obviously wondering where he got the Ass Hat from and praying Bandit doesn’t let one rip.

And the way Bandit’s leg and haunches are across Smokey’s shoulder is comparable to how I feel when they wake me.

They never seem to do this to Lisa. Probably wouldn’t end well.

I should lean my full weight on them just to see how they like it. Truth is, it would take me twenty minutes to get back up off the floor or I would consider it.

Thank God it’s Tuesday in such a short week.

You fine, five readers go get whatever you need to do work-wise wrapped up today. You know the holiday exodus will begin tomorrow, and Thursday will be a ghost town. Get it all done so you aren’t the one shutting off the office lights this week.

And no matter what else you get up to, let’s make today a great one.