I forgot to mention someone was pounding on my front door shortly before 4 a.m. I was in the middle of a dream where I was talking with Diane Keaton about how well lit she is in her Woody Allen movies (“You really think so?”) when the pounding woke me up. Whoever it was banged twelve times. I looked out my bedroom window and didn’t see anything, so I went back to bed. But still!
Night terror
It was Rick Santorum, canvassing your neighborhood for votes from lapsed Catholics.
(Virtue never sleeps.)
When you didn’t answer, he lost faith and decided to suspend his campaign.
See what you’ve done?
I know, I know. My door bell has been ringing (no set time or circumstance) and when you go to the door . . . no one’s there. I’ve been thinking about calling Ghost Hunters. Or maybe an electrician. If I lived in Florida, I could just answer the door with guns blazing.
Damn, Suze! It wasn’t gonna be a “Night Terror” if you had only answered the door. I’m sorry I didn’t call first; it was me, dandy, your old friend trying to surprise you and make fun……………….
🙂
……oh, I forgot to tell you that I tried to talk nasty, sexy stuff, but you slammed the door in my face. Was that part in your dream also?
Susie, thisis one of your posts?
Yikes. People you know would have called, right?
And, I do so envy your fascinating dreams and that you recall them!