So why am I awake again?

OK, I made the kool-aid. It’s the orange kind. I didn’t mix flavors this time.

The class thing was ok. There were a few things I picked up, but for the most part I already knew this stuff.

Had the strangest dream earlier tonight. It seems that TreeSap’s soon to be ex-husband had discovered that she was pregnant and decided that *I* was the one that had done it and she was living with me to boot. So suddenly my grandfather (who has been dead at least fifteen years now) is suddenly in my apartment loading up a lever-action rifle for me while I’m checking the rounds in my pistol. It also, coincidentally, seems to be B’s birthday. OK, no big, except for some reason she’s living with me now and someone (I’m assuming either Critter or my newly not-dead grandfather) has given her a .40 revolver, which would be fine if she weren’t turning nine and the thing didn’t weigh as much as she did. So she thinks that’s SOOOOO cool and wants to start wearing it on her belt but I explain to her that she needs to learn how to use it first and I’ll put it up here on this shelf until I’ve got time to teach her.

So then I go tearing around town, telling people that a) don’t live here and b) don’t know TreeSap, that her husband is gone ’round the twist and may be looking for me, so keep your doors and windows locked while you’re asleep. And that’s where it ends. Go figure. And it was a very detailed dream too, down to the particular style and type of ammo and the noise the rounds made going into the weapons. Of course I don’t currently own any working firearms, so I’m not sure where they all came from. Also not sure why B was living with me but Critter, D, and K were not.

Weird.

Going back to sleep now.

Hopefully I can get another few hours without having any more freaky dreams.