I was an inpatient poked and tested and drugged due to my severe allergies last Sunday. It’s sooo not fun…the only upside being under the persisting groggy drug ‘enhanced’ delirium I had the strangest and most awesome dream…..and I rem it verbatim.
It started Sunday afternoon before I was trapped in ER and then my tiny hosp room. I got a call fr C Unni, who lives 7/8 hrs fr me, I’ve not been there, but she screamed and hanged up. I decided to start drive asap. I was in my gardening clothes.
I was then driving alone and by the time I got to the last stretch of woods and off roads, it’s getting dark. GPS stopped working with no signal and I drove for an hour till I came across a roadblock, or so I thought….then after a few questions fr a very cute ‘cop’ I drive on. I came to a small downtown….in Christmas lights galore.
‘Maybe I’m in Unni’s downtown?’ I parked my car at the nearest spot, and I started walking. They were all talking in French.
Somehow I ended up in a very seedy French Canadian town with beautiful Christmas lights year round. I saw guns, robbing, pimps and hos like in a game of Grand Theft Auto. I turned and traced my path back to my car but I got very lost. I saw the Canadian flag billowing in the distance…the checkpoint was Customs. I’m in a town called ‘Ras’…in Canada.
Then I saw the hottie cop/customs official and I was going to grab him and bombard him with questions and beg for directions, totally scared and on verge of peeing my pants. But he flashed a gun, at a gang behind me, and there…I’ve finally found my car, in the middle of being broke in. Then came a scene straight out of a JohnWoo, bullets flying, some in slowmo, me stuck in the freaking middle of it.
I was then given a ride my hottie cop, in my car, to Unni’s place. I can’t rem his face but he is a super hot thing, the pleasant ride zipped by.
Next act, I arrived at C Unni’s, it’s a slumber party, KoalaTwinnie was there, babyKoalas and C Unni’s babies + a dozen of their friends all in pink pjs. Everybody occupied, nobody noticed me arriving and not in pink. Then at the corner I spotted an all alone SJS. He’s in LA for an award he got for his rapping vid. Like a fish out of his water. He’s glaring at me for ‘help!’, it seems.
We started chatting, that’s when I learnt of his award and I sang a couple lines to tease, I wouldnt pass up the chance to flirt with him and he’s game, then somebody screamed there’s a cockcroach, a flying one. All the younglings didn’t even finch, continued watching their cartoons or playing their board games. I was totally freaked out with the flying cockroach…and a very heavy S!J!S! furled himself up into a ball, was in my arms shaking.
I put him down on his sleeping bag and he asked me to coo him to sleep, with his rap song. And there, the next morning I ended up sleeping with SJS in his sleeping bag and I screamed to myself…and I woke up.