Too Much Tequila
Actually, I didn’t have THAT MUCH last night (just a very strong margarita), but it’s the only explanation I can come up with for the dream I was having when the carpool man started honking his horn to let the guy accross the street (and the rest of the neighborhood) know he was here.
Usually, I really hate that guy, but this morning it was a welcomed interruption.
I was dreaming that my little 90-lb grandmother … who has been dead for a year and a half … was alive and in roughly the same physical condition that she would have been in, say, oh, fifteen years ago (still 90 lbs, but also very healthy and active).
I was visiting her in a house I have never been to and had Little Button with me, and Grandmommy (or the alien that had taken over her body) was trying to give me drugged cookies so that she/it could abscond with Button.
Being the sucker for a good chocolate chip cookie that I am, I accepted the cookies and had no choice but to perform Judo kicks to get past her and out the door with Button before the effect of the cookie drugs escalated.
On a side note, I have never taken Judo.
I had not yet completed the Judo-kickage to safety when the car honking commenced. It was an odd transition back into reality.
