31. detsember 2004

Mobsters, Margaritas and Marijuana

Last night I dreamed I was part of some special rescue squad to get back some children kidnapped by the mob. Sylvester Stallone was the head of the house and he had lots of scary henchmen around (they were all a lot meaner than in that movie - Oscar) and in order to get the kids back I had to become friends with him. So I did. I think I was supposed to be his neighbor or something. I'd come over and cook dinner with them and we'd get in fights and yell at each other and a great respect grew up between us.

So this one night, several weeks into the dream, I dropped by the house and most of the gang were passed out drunk on the floor. Sylvester Stallone was still awake, roaring about something, and I walked right back to the den where he was and told him that he had to go to bed. He said, "Who do you think you're talking to, woman?" and I told him to shut up because he was a drunkard. Then he got kind of weepy and clingy, so I got him to climb into bed and I tucked him in and snuggled next to him to pat his back like a baby so he'd drift off. He asked me why I was so nice to a mean guy like him and I said "Because I like you even if you are a crook and a scoundrel and kidnap chilren but I don't want to be your lover even though I enjoy coming over at dinnertime to yell at you, so don't get any ideas," and he said that was nice, the world was nice...and he fell sound asleep.

So I signalled the rest of the team to sneak in and get the kids, which they did, and then I woke up, but I think the end of the story was that I convinced the mobsters to think I had fallen asleep too and had nothing to do with it and so we were able to continue on as we had been, quite happily and loudly.

And I fell back asleep again after I had woken up, and dreamed that my mother called, all upset, because she'd heard that my brother was smoking pot. He was at my place at the time, and I asked him about it, and he said he hadn't. I was convinced that he was telling the truth, but then his face clouded over and he admitted that he had, but only once. He said that he still had the rest of the pot and he ran and got it but it wasn't marijuana at all, it was clearly labelled Shaklee health supplements from ESSL's parents. I told him that it wasn't illegal to smoke that and he was greatly relieved and I eased my mother's worrying and the world was saved. Yay!

Posted by tuggy at 12.31.04 01:27
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wait-- your knee makes a creaking sound, too?

Posted by: thejollyswan at 01.10.05 00:21

Yes, sadly, it does. Especially when I've been sitting still for too long - then I have to kick the air for a bit until it snaps back into a more normal, less grating feel. (Try doing that in the middle of a long church service without attracting notice. I'm getting adept at it.)

Both of my knees do it. Aren't I too young for that sort of thing?!? Darn it.

Posted by: tuggy at 01.10.05 01:21
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