My Mental Sanctuary

I have been having some strange dreams lately.

two nights ago I dreamed I had a nasty bug on my hand and before I could flick it off a mantis climbed onto my arm and killed the bad bug. Then another mantis crawled onto my arm and they decided to mate then and there. "Oh no, no breeding and canibalism after." I shook them off, and there were other critters on my hand and arm and I didn't know until they fell off, including lizards. WTF? Was I stoned in my dream?

Then I was in an arcade, except it was kiddified. I looked into an other room and there were more games, better games, including skiball, and there was a booth selling yummy looking stuff. I went into the other arcade, but right after I told Greg Weisman where I was going.

Last night I dreamed I was wrestling some British guy. I can't remember what he looked like except he was bald and had the accent. The funny thing was he was wearing a ridiculous outfit with stars and stripes and I was wearing the Union Jack, oh and I kicked his ass.

Last night I made this thing for Velvet cause she wasn't eating well. It was a custard made from milk, butter, egg, and mashed up cat food. She ate a little last night and some this morning.

We also took her to a regular vet. She said it might be a pinched nerve since she didn't feel the pinch test. The vet said to keep her movements restriction, get her a low cat littler pan, and make a little fence for her and a food and water dish.

Got material from Target for her. Cardboard display board, several of them to make into a border along with a bit of rope. I also got a couple of At World's End figures: Jack Sparrow and Norrington. I also needed a steering wheel cover, and I picked a pink one because it was the lightest color and thus absorbs less heat. I swear I am getting married to Steve Taylor cause Will kept giving me a hard time because it was pink.

"I am not driving your car anymore," and "You are paying for this stuff for certain." All because of the color...men.