Feeble Bat (Dream #6)

Do you think this will be done in time for us to get to the beer store before it closes? I don't know are we almost out of beer? Yes, I have tequila but no more beer. Who is going to go? We can't leave before T brings up the ceremonial raft. Look over there T is not even down getting ready yet, this may take longer than we have to get more beer! Others are milling around the rafts covered with trinkets & flowers as if they are getting ready but none will move until T PREPARES.

I need Tequila. Inside this house many others are scattering around the maze of connecting doorways looking for their nook to call their own part of the house. All rooms connect in odd way's through many doors. Most rooms have to be crossed through to get to others. The idea of privacy is out the window. Many doors lead to stairwells some of which shrink out of sight, impossible to pass. I slide open a door & enter a dark room, drafty, dusty, exposed boards, it smells of old paint, this is the perfect room for me.

Over a ledge in the room I find a large green fluffy bat hanging upside down. He completely ignores me as if I were not there. He looks like a Muppet, or better yet a feeble. I watch him for a minute to gauge if my claim to the room will be challenged by him. He was there first. It seems we can live in unison & share the room.

Giggling seeps through the cracks in the wall. I slide open one of the many doors & entrance upon 2 girls embraced. Nice, I like this house, slightly embarrassed but unable to avert my eyes, I back slightly, apologetically. The Asian one says don't worry you can watch if you like & rises to cross the room. She is wearing a pair of army khaki shorts that look to have met up with a lawn mower. How they stayed on I don't know but I was willing to examine them thoroughly until I found the answer. She had the firmest set of bun's I think I have ever seen & walked away from me but with her head turned towards me to watch & insure I was following her with my eyes. It was obvious she wanted to keep my attention, but beyond that I would have to go through the whole game to see what's up.

I Feel Like S#$*

Warm air today feels so good. I can feel the rays of the sun penetrate my skin & go to work on whatever ill has the chock hold on me. Warm is overpowered by cold in these Northwest lands. The cold seems to be fighting for control of me. It comes to tickle my throat & set me to a fit of coughing. As cold falls back laughing, warm comes to sooth all she can before cold comes to her senses & fights back in to set me to coughing again. Why cold do you hate me today? What did I ever do to you? As others complain about you I've stood behind you. I tell em' the cool air is refreshing & feels good. I like the cool moist breezes. Why, when I need warmth to sooth my shredded lungs & throat won't you back me? Is it some larger war between hot & cold? Is it the "nuthin' personal bud, but...." situation. Couldn't you lay off for just a day or so to let me get better? Maybe I'm talking to the wrong side. Maybe I should be ganging up with warmth to send you packin'. You know we got this thermostat thing, all it takes is a little shift of the dial & warmth will have complete control of this whole area. How'd you like that huh? No, OK then just back off for a little while, I feel like shit.