Thursday. my last week of freedom is flying by fast.
Last night I was very tired and went to bed early. Then I woke up at 3AM. Since I got the Kindle, I’ve been staying up till midnight, and sleeping through till 5 or 6. Last night I got up for a while, and then went back to bed.
I had a weird dream, the planet was covered in garbage. Broken splintered scrap wood, old barb-e-cue grills, washers and dryers and refrigerators, wrecked cars. All kinds of junk. About three feet deep. And wall to wall traffic. There was so much junk that when people drove their cars they had to bulldoze through the stuff. Everybody was driving a car, and they were bumper to bumper everywhere, trying to get through.
I was cleaning the junk out of my yard, and all of a sudden I heard a car horn, I turned around and it was a sweet little old man and a sweet little old lady, scowls on their faces, both flipping me the bird, bearing down on me, first in a line of honking cars. They were offended I got in their way and slowed their progress. Nevermind the fact that they were in my yard. Because I cleaned the yard, the drivers saw a clear path and started driving through my yard in an endless stream, bulldozing the mess back.