Friday, February 29, 2008
Le Chats and Diabolical Plans for the takeover of the world
Sometimes I think my life is now controlled by the Abbot Labs and their compatriots in the making of medicines. I hadn't paid much attention to my dreams till just lately. The other night I dreamt I was chasing squirrels. Pretty ones, big bushy tails, sweet little faces with chip monk teeth. I was telling Mac, "I'm so tired, I dreamed I was chasing squirrels all night...even my little black squirrel that lives at the end of the road...why, do you think?" Take a sip of coffee, look at him expectantly...he with the answers. "I don't know, you're nuts?" Perfectly straight face, aware I am holding a cup of hot coffee in my hand, and he grins like a mule eating briers. I give him the Douglas Evil Eye (it's powerful I tell you) and take a bite of my dry toast and another sip of coffee. I began to relate some of the dreams that I've had the past few months (since the beginning of the RA meds) like when I was the captain on a Japanese Destroyer. I spoke in Japanese. And I understood what I was saying. I was on the space station...I was the house keeper and they called me Rosie...I complained bitterly about no dishwasher. He looked at me, nodding pleasantly. "Like I said, nuts." Well, I had another dream last night (or early this morning). The cats, Arial (the black one) and Batgirl (the Calico) were the ring leaders and Pyewackit, Peanut and George (the guys) were taking orders and answering "yes Mistress" in a Peter Lorre voice. They spoke in French. It was so eerie and I understood not a word of the hideous plan that had been laid out. But there was much gesturing going on and I noticed that Mindy, the poor blind dog, was tied up and gagged in the corner. Her imploring eyes followed me as I walked out on the porch to break up this happy little group. I flipped on the porch light and demanded to know "just what's going on here?" That's when I suddenly awakened, and realized I was only dreaming. I promised myself to look up the contraindications on the bottles of medicine that have become my life. I came in and turned on the computer. And realized that my banner has changed. I look at Mac who has every appearance of innocence. And it hits me. He and the cats are against me. The only plausible explanation is it's gaslight. With me as the victim. But how did the cats learn to speak French?