Almost Daily Cat Haiku

I’m trying to make sense of last night’s dream, or at least scrub some details out of my hazy memories of it. 

I know it started with some type of intel analysis regarding Iran, and then someone bombed Yellowstone. And then I was at my old junior high for a play that was writen by and starred Cleveland from ‘Family Guy’. I don’t remember many details, but there was a trapdoor in the stage with a long spiral staircase under it, and there was some music from ‘Phantom’ in it, and the crowd loved it. I was sitting on the floor in front of the first row of seats, and some guy next to me kept trying to ask about the free gift for the kids, and I had taken my socks off. (No idea if I had shoes at some point). The play was over and I was leaving with someone (not the guy who was sitting next to me) but at the door we realized it was snowing, so I had to stop and put my socks back on. I was digging through my bags (I was carrying reusable shopping bags) and one of them was full of ice water, but eventually I found my socks in the pocket of my coat. And then I went out and got into the cab of a box truck and the person I was with took the other car (I do not know what ‘the other car’ was) and then a couple older women got in the cab with me. As I drove off, I realized I couldn’t use the brake pedal with my boots on (I don’t know when my socks turned into boots) but after a while I figured it out. Then the kids who were hiding in the shopping bags reminded me that I had to drop these old ladies off at their homes, so I took the next right onto an on-ramp, but it was the wrong way. So I pulled off the road into the grass and started pedaling my way (the truck was suddenly a bicycle) up the grassy hill to get back on the other road, but it was really hard because I hadn’t mowed the lawn, and when I tried to bunny-hop the box truck (yeah, the bike was a truck again) I couldn’t get over the curb, and then I woke up with a head ache.

I need to eat something and take some drugs.

Happy Saturday, y’all.