October 15, 2003
wake up screaming
Either I need to adjust my diet or infuse my life with something other than work and news...................
I so rarely recall my dreams these days. Last night was unique, the one I was having woke me up. I'm riding in the back seat of a sedan driven by an unidentified man. Riding shotgun was our illustrious mayor, Laura Miller. We're driving down Gaston into downtown and hit one of the bone-shaking potholes and I fly up and hit my head on the roof of the car. I holler in pain and then begin to unload on Laura with both barrels. I'm pulled up on the back of the front seat and she's spun around to face me. I'm yelling at her about her piece of sh*t initiative to fix Dallas streets and the uselessness of the large, digital overhead signs they're installing and leaving the roads in disrepair. She's screaming back at me and because it's my dream, I get in the last word. My final retort was, "Well, I guess a recall *is* in order, you bitch". Then I woke up. (reference: a large part of her campaign was a focus on fixing Dallas' streets)
crazy..................or maybe it was a mental backlash of being greeted in the cafeteria yesterday by this:
