Well, right before I woke up, I had this seemingly long dream. The first part isn’t as important or amusing as the last act. It began at this camp place, where I was posing as a 12-yr old so I could be eligible for the prizes, some x-ray exercise bike (thanks, hospital project). Well, I ended up helping this little girl who was a friend of my little brother’s (in real life). She did some song & dance number. Well, I got home and I was talking to backpack boy on the phone, but it’d alternate, so sometimes it seemed he was there in the chair next to me at times. There was a baby’s bottle, full of milk somehow involved…*shrug*. I was talking to him, and he suddenly started this huge rant how that little girl was a sex symbol and the only reason people let her sing was because she was cute.

I started screaming at him, telling him he was an idiot. Well, all of the sudden, he started choking. (oops) Here’s where it gets really amusing…I grabbed the bottle of milk, rushed it to the sink, started pouring it down the sink and squeezing it because there was a part that was “clogged”. Eventually, I freed the “clog” and I yelled down the milk bottle, “Mark! Mark! Are you okay???” I took off running, telling my mom Mark was choking and added, “I know I need to find his body” I ran down this long driveway (out in the middle of nowhere…at my grandma’s farm, yet there were people standing everywhere in groups like it was a town). I was yelling “Mark! Mark!” I looked to my left and saw him running over the hill, waving. I stopped, put my hand over my heart and reached out the other hand, as if to say, “ok, you’re good. phew” I turned and walked back.

hehe but here’s the best part. I woke up not long after that, turned on my computer to discover I only had 1 new email. It was from that guy, Mark. How weird is that?? It’s all because I shut my computer down an hour before I went to bed, so my brain knew there was unfinished email business that I’d probably miss. Sure enough, his email was sent just after I turned off my computer. It’s like deep down I knew I’d “silenced” him for the evening.

hehe I was just remembering other parts of the dream. There was some part where I found an amazingly awesome gigantic geode and then we were telling old people jokes. My entire family was doing standup comedy. That was amusing, and I was trying to think why pop tabs were amusing to my grandma, but none of us could remember. I ended up deciding on the toilet story. Crap, I swore I had a post about that story. Damn, an ex made me stop posting awhile back and that’s the second nearly forgotten memory this week.

Well, now this post is longer, I have to tell this story. My grandma who recently passed away had dementia. One morning when my dad stopped in to check on her, she said the toilet was broken. Well, it was clogged and she had apparently attempted to fix it, but not with a plunger. She hit the tank part with a hammer! Small chips in the tank and the hammer were nearby as evidence. Of course, my dad didn’t find the humor, but seriously, I fricken cracked up for a week.