1499bizarre dream, bad cat

Jun. 26, 2003

 

 

dreamt that I had a gun in my backpack & cyndi at work found it. She
was going to get me fired, but then somehow we ended up deciding to
have a duel over it. I was in the back yard, measuring off the paces
from a central post where we were going to start the duel.

Spaz was scratching the bed, scratching the floor, jumping over my
head. Back & forth. Trying to get into the cabinet under the bathroom
sink, rattling it since it is wired shut. I hissed at her. I told her
no. I smacked her. She would not settle down & quit bugging me. For
like an hour this a.m. Turns out she was out of crunchies. What a
pain in the ass cat.