Blindsided!

There I was, having this crazily arousing dream, during my nap, this morning. The dog starts barking, and runs to the door...she's barking like someone's there. I lay there for a second and try to establish if it's worth getting up, and since my dream has gone poof (I so wish I could remember more of it...) I do. Hell, it might be a package delivery. As soon as I stand up, my migrane come RUSHING back (the whole purpose of the nap, was to try to shake this week long headache). I go to the door, and before checking who it is (mistake) I throw it open.

Guess who it was. No guess.

Betty, the rabid Jehovah's Witness. It's too late. She saw me.

I stand out there, in a tee shirt, no bra, and drawstring pajama pants, in the 48 degree weather, nippin like crazy (because it's freezing, and because that dream got me me all sorts of fired up), my hair standing all up, with sleepy grains in my eyes, looking vaguely annoyed and put out, while she pestered me with tracts and doomsaying. Blegh. Elise was with her, though, the daugter of the woman I really liked, but lost touch with, so I ignored Betty the Crazed, and chatted with Elise about her family, how her mom was doing, etc.

I can't believe I got shaken out of The Perfect Nap, for this. Man. I'm so bummed out. Damn JW's. I'm putting an electric fence up.

[Listening to: The Ritual - Testament - (7:27)]