such strange dreams.... all too much thought, devoid of the logic I impose on everything during my waking hours.
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I was in a claw footed bath tub that sat in a run-down front yard... fully clothed, and across from me was my high school ag teacher (a big old farmer type man from Oklahoma). We were both playing with those little plastic jars of bubbles you buy at the drugstore to distract impudent toddlers. He was calling me princess (??!), and the whole vibe was very grandfatherly.
Then there was the abandoned basset hound on the freeway... I brought him inside, bathed him and removed the horrific barbed choke collar. Why did everyone keep insisting he was a pug? He was obviously a hound, an old, ugly one at that. It didn't matter - the boy's sister just happened to be moving into a new apartment, right then. She'd take him in....
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I was in a claw footed bath tub that sat in a run-down front yard... fully clothed, and across from me was my high school ag teacher (a big old farmer type man from Oklahoma). We were both playing with those little plastic jars of bubbles you buy at the drugstore to distract impudent toddlers. He was calling me princess (??!), and the whole vibe was very grandfatherly.
Then there was the abandoned basset hound on the freeway... I brought him inside, bathed him and removed the horrific barbed choke collar. Why did everyone keep insisting he was a pug? He was obviously a hound, an old, ugly one at that. It didn't matter - the boy's sister just happened to be moving into a new apartment, right then. She'd take him in....
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(cheap excuse to haing on to your's and "n"s undies)