Late NIght Visitor

Two nights ago I had a kick-ass dream: For some inexplicable reason, my entire extended family decided to have a family reunion at McDonalds. I went up to the counter to place my order and decided it was my opportunity to take action. I asked the man at the register if the meat came from grass-fed cattle. He said it did not. I asked if he could tell me where it came from. He told me he was not willing to answer anymore of my questions. By this time, everyone in the restaurant was paying close attention. I asked to speak with the manager and was told that would not be possible. Everyone was appalled, threw their meals into the trash, and stormed out. It was fantastic! I felt so triumphant in my dream.

Unfortunately, my euphoria was interrupted by a tickling sensation on my lips that was not part of my dream. I immediately awoke and felt something trying to pry its way into my mouth. I batted it away and retreated onto all fours, straining my eyes in the early morning light. I fumbled for my head lamp in the darkness. The thin stream of light revealed a cockroach scuttling along the headboard. I was thoroughly disgusted, but relieved that I had been sleeping with my mouth closed and that it had not been a spider. I battled for a few minutes with the agile intruder, but was finally successful in smashing it with my hand and tossing it out of my bed. So much for the mosquito net! I was also quite disappointed in the spider I had allowed to stay at the top of my bed net. I really don’t enjoy spiders, but this was a tiny one, and she and I had made an agreement that she would eat any other insects that made their way into my bed. I am a bit out with her at the moment and have made it clear that she’s going to have to step things up if she expects to stay.