Crazy Dream

First, this line mad me laugh out loud:

"He was probably a very unselfish lover, I would imagine."

Killed me! Keep up the hilarious, man. That killed me.

Okay I'm about to get on a plane for Houston. Here's my weekend: Friday, worked, cleaned the house, packed up the car, drove to GA, got in around midnight, no writing.
Saturday cranked out 2,300 words.
Sunday. Packed up the kid and the car, made the HELLISH drive back home (w/the kid screaming the whole way and me thinking I wasn't going to make it), did some work, laundry, and was then presented with a choice: Writing or Sex. I chose sex.

So today on the plane I'm going to try to get those 2,000 words.

Now the Crazy Dream. Last night dreamed I was in this hospital and they were taking all my vitals etc, doing a bunch of tests, and they finally determined I'd had a stroke due to Special K poisoning. Special K is some kind of tranquilizer that I took once in my partying days. I don't really remember it doing anything special, as a matter of fact I hadn't thought about it in years, until this dream.

So I was like, "What is Special K poisoning?"
Doctor (white-haired old gentleman) said, "Well, we've brought in a specialist."
Lo and behold, the specialist was this guy named Ding, this Sudanese refugee I knew when I was in Atlanta. And Ding had very slender forearms and wrists. I remember I once told Ding how slender his wrists and forearms were, and how Ding gave me a dubious smile (actually that was the only smile in Ding's repertoire. He'd just moved from the Sudan to Atlanta so he was pretty much dubious all the time). And Ding was wearing a looooong rubber glove.
You don't want to know where Ding went w/that gloved hand. Let's just say that all of my cavities have been inspected. So, here's the Life Lesson. Whatever you do, don't get Special K poisoning. It's not good and the treatment is much worse than the disease.