A Hoppy and a Waterloo

Last night I had a strange dream.

I dreamt that I was sitting on my bed, I looked out the window, and some lady was sitting on the porch. I asked TJ if he knew why there was someone over there, and he said he did not know.

For whatever reason, I was able to move a lot faster than he. I got up and ran out the back door. As the garage door was opening, I remember thinking, “I don’t know how I’m even going to deal with this lady because I don’t deal well with confrontation.” That’s not my cup of tea.

As the garage door opens, I’m getting angrier and angrier about the fact that she’s over there where she doesn’t belong. I see her open the door and walk in as I duck under before it can even finish opening.

I start running out of the garage, yelling at her, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get out of there!” I couldn’t believe she just walked right in! She wasn’t even acknowledging me. And Hurricane isn’t barking.

My adrenaline has kicked in at this point because I have every intention of beating her ass. (Keep in mind that I have never been in a fight in my life!) Adrenaline does powerful things to one’s body.

As I’m screaming, running at her, she runs out of the house. She’s flailing about, being the standard tweaker-zombie we all know and loathe.

I realize now that she would not have been able to get away from me if this happened. I would have gotten there faster than she could have gotten out of the gate and around the fence. But it was a dream, and dreams can be off the wall in the middle of reality.

As she came running out, another lady came running out of Dane’s house, next door. Then on the other side of him is Luthers’ house and somebody came running out of his as well.

They all started running down the street towards MckAndys; I don’t know why I didn’t chase them. I don’t know if they were carrying anything. I don’t know where TJ and the neighbours were. All of a sudden, Matilda was there!

She was crying, and she told me that she was trying to help that lady and I’m thinking the one that I had just chased from the house. She said she had found her a bed for the night in a safe place or whatever.

She said she was mean to her and didn’t appreciate it or care or want her help. She was crying like she was heartbroken, and then she hugged me.

That is when I woke up, weirdly, that I would dream that in the first place. Secondly, to have Matilda in it, and crying nonetheless: and having feelings! Like, the world must have fallen on its head!

My thought on the whole thing as far as Matilda. I think either she found God or she crumped, which most people believe she encountered God. I don’t know why else I would dream about her.

As far as the people being where they don’t belong, I believe that has to do with the anger I still have over this psycho old lady that used to karaoke.

On Thanksgiving this, 65 to 70-year-old bag was wandering by, and she looked around and then opened our mailbox. WTF.

I started to get up, and TJ beat me to the door and poked his head out, and said, “there’s nothing in there for you.”. She replied, “oh, I use to live here.”

Bull, you psycho drunk, he’s lived in his house for over twenty years. Her little 35-year-old husband didn’t find enough cans the day before, I guess. It doesn’t give her the right to open people’s mailboxes.

The police are at their house often about 3 or 4 am for fighting. I hear it on the scanner. And I don’t care; they choose that life, they can have it. But don’t come stealing from my neighbours and me because you’re lazy drunks.

Then, we’ve also got this little tweaker Mexican guy that keeps stealing shit out of people’s yards and even garages, including mine. He’s probably also the one that stole my yard lights, and I WILL get him this summer.  I have plans for him.

Anyway, so as far as people taking things that do not belong to them, those two people are most likely the culprit to this dream, I reckon. The Matilda part? I guess we’ll see what we’ll see, won’t we?

So anyway, I just thought I would share that odd dream with you because it’s just so weird.


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