My Walking Dead Let’s Ambush Negan Dream

Negan sends his troops out to get their acquisitions from Rick.  Little does he know they have planned quite the surprise.  I am on the inside of Negan’s camp tending to a little child.  Daryl Dixon and Jesus are on the outside.  We lure Negan to one of his warehouses, with Daryl on the roof making noises.  Once we get Negan into the warehouse, Daryl drops some smoke bombs and all the exits are locked.

Then…..Jesus starts playing “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go” by Wham…over and over and over again.  Negan yells…”Make it stop!  I hate that song…make it stop!”  And in between the smoke and music distractions, I grab the little child and start running, because the troops are coming in.

We weave our way through the smoke as a giant truck carrying troops with their gas masks and guns crashes through a wall.   They are rooting out any left over Saviors that may be lurking around before they make their way to the being tortured by Wham version of Negan.  Negan is now just a fraction of the man he once was, crying, begging to stop the constant playing of that song.

We make it outside to another truck, and yes, they have room for me and the little child.  The troops have rounded up Negan and he is properly secured and they have saved him for Rick and Maggie.  As we are loading up the truck, we see Rick and Maggie and crew come out of a cornfield with nothing but revenge in their eyes as they head toward Negan’s containment.  Perhaps they will feed him dog food prior to seeking justice…..  To be Continued…..

 

 

 

 

A Christmas Eve Story

A Christmas Eve Story: As I was preparing for my slumber last night, anticipating the arrival of Santa at the homes of all my grandchildren, and fondly recalling all the Christmases of my youth and my children’s youth, a couple of things happened. I experienced some different feelings. First of all, I thought “Oh, it sure is quiet around here on Christmas.” That made me a bit sad. Then, I thought “Oh, but at least I don’t have to stay up late and sneak around with presents. And, I don’t have to get up at the butt crack of dawn.” That made me not quite so sad. So, I finally laid my head on the pillow, and my nose was stuffy, so I reached for my trusty Vicks. In the meantime, my cat, the elusive Ivy May, did something she has NEVER done before. She jumped onto my back and started walking around and then kneading my back with her front paws…you know, the way cats do. As I was attempting to rub my trusty Vicks under my nose…she nailed me right between the shoulder blades, which tickled like nobody’s business…causing me to jerk and whammo….Vicks laden finger poke right in my eyelid. If you have never gotten Vicks on your eyelid, I highly recommend you not try that. If you are attempting to rub Vicks under your nose, make sure you don’t have a cat on your back. Merry Christmas!

My Dancing with John Travolta Dream

I am in the living room of a house.  Along with me are my kids, my grandkids, and John Travolta and his wife.  Mrs. Travolta and I were chatting away when John asks if I remember when I understudied for Olivia Newton John in Grease.  My kids were stunned….they had no idea.  “Well, kids” I explained, “This is a well kept secret, but yes, I understudied for Olivia Newton John in Grease….the Sandy role.”  John’s wife said “Yes, it’s true…I have seen the footage and the pictures.”  So, of course we had to prove it to them.

John Travolta starts singing “You’re The One That I Want .” and we just went into the routine, right there in the living room.  Of course we are a bit older than back in the day of filming Grease, but man, does ol’ John still have the moves.

We get to the part where Danny picks Sandy up in the routine and my rings on my right hand (I wear a LOT of rings) get stuck in his shirt under his jacket.  So, John Travolta and I are just stuck together.  Sad day in my life.  Not really.

 

 

My 414 Richmond Ave Dream

I had a dream last night that I had to drive to 414 Richmond Ave to meet up with my uncle Pat. For those that don’t know, that particular location holds a lot of great memories for myself and the rest of this family, as it was an intricate part of our lives. It was my grandpa’s house.
I rush in to find my Grandma Polly sitting in the living room waiting on Pat. “He’s running a little late.” she said. Suddenly, he comes running in the front door apologizing for his unusual lateness. It seemed he had been having a sleep study to find the source of his suddenly acquired, intense snoring. However, after hours of being hooked up to machines, and having experienced, very possibly, the least restful sleep he had ever had (after all, who can sleep hooked up to all that) he didn’t snore once.
He was wanting to show me all the changes done to the house. Off of the living room used to be a bedroom, and that had been turned into a 4 season room with big windows. The bathroom was still just off that room. The main bedroom at the front of the house was still there, but had a big chandelier in it.
As we walked down the hallway, he explained that the tenants were on their way back, and if anyone asked, his name was Harry Ashton, and grandma Polly was Nora Ashton.
We walked into the bedroom at the end of the hall, and much to my surprise found 2 cribs and a toddler bed all with sleeping babies. Then he showed me the main bathroom, which had been made much, much bigger. It had a shower and a jacuzzi type tub installed. suddenly I look up and realize an upstairs had been added, and there is yet another bathroom above us. I see water streaming down, like a waterfall. “Hey Mr. Ashton, is that water supposed to be coming down like that?” I asked. Well, no, it wasn’t, so that was something to notate for when the tenants arrived.
As we entered the kitchen, the tenants arrived, and the waterfall in the bathroom issue was discussed. The kitchen was all modernized and no longer had that red brick effect on the walls. Suddenly, there were 4 dogs at the back door wanting to be let out. As I go to let them out, 4 cats come out of nowhere, so I had to fight to keep them in. The yard was all fenced in, but someone had left a gate open, so 2 dogs got out. We go to catch them, only to find them across the street, and someone else was rounding up loose pets, because a fence had been cut. As I was going to grab the dogs, I was followed by another dog, a pony, a baby elephant and a lion.
I go back in the kitchen and realized I had to leave right away because I had to be to work in 4 hours and it takes me 3 hours to get home. So, I grabbed my Mt. Dew and hit the road.

My I’m in New Orleans on a Street Lined with Hostas Dream

I’m somewhere, walking on a sidewalk alongside a brick road lined with nothing but hostas…but purple hostas. There are hostas everywhere, lining the sidewalks, in yards…even the cars and motorcycles have these hostas on them. I’m trying to find the hotel where I am staying.
I call my sister. She said “I’m at work, so I can’t talk.” To which I respond “But, where am I?” She said “I don’t know, you tell me.” To which I respond “I don’t really know, but I think I’m in New Orleans.”
Then as I walk past another house, I see a woman get shot by some creepy little dude, who just looks at me, waves and leaves. I call my sister again and tell her “Not only do I think I’m in New Orleans, but I think I just saw someone get shot in the face.” To which she responded “You know, I work in a lawyer’s office, and you just can’t call me at work.” I replied “But you drive a schoolbus!” And she responded with “Yeah, but we park them at the lawyer’s office.”
I decide to go into the house where the woman appeared to be shot, and find someone I went to high school with. We decide to look in the adjacent home, because she thinks it may have happened there. We could not find the woman, nor could we find any blood or proof of a shooting, but we did find a room filled with cat pee and cat poop.
I then say to her “Well, it’s ok, because I think this is just a dream anyway.” We walk outside, and right next to us is a lot full of food trucks. I said to her “Oh, wow…food trucks, we just got those in Davenport, Ia.” She replied, “Yes, I read that, but our food trucks are better.” At a table by the food trucks were the friends that I went to New Orleans with, some dressed in costumes. They saw me and asked “Where the hell have you been?” I responded “Oh, you know, wondering around, looking a hostas, watching someone get shot…that sort of thing.”
I found the hotel, and we went off touring the area on foot, starting out at a mansion that my friend and her husband had been to years prior where he had obtained a lot of old tools and duct tape.

My wedding, criminal, rental car dream.

Ok, last night I dreamed that I was taking photos at a wedding. Before the ceremony took place, the groom’s ex wife spoke, giving her approval and blessing to the union. After the ceremony, someone said there was a criminal running around loose. They thought he was in the church. So, the groom and myself went on a chase. We followed the trail of this guy through fields and woods into a clearing, where we found an elaborate set up of triangular shaped whatever the hell they were. Evidently, that was a trap, which we avoided. The criminal was found and caught, and the groom rented a car for himself, the new wife and the kids while I stayed behind and re-arranged all the plants. I swear, I did not eat cheese before I went to bed.