tales of an ordinary girl

I had a strange dream last night. I have strange dreams often. But this one was just strange enough to write about. I was living with my parents and we were all much younger. We were in a hurry to get out of the house because one of our neighbors was going to kill us.

It was early in the morning and as we're making whatever preparations (I have no idea why we were dawdling), there was a knock on the back door. It was Pat Robertson. He had an evil gleam in his eye. He asked to borrow a couple of tools and then left. As he was leaving he pointed out our fire hose that was installed because the firestation was so far away. Umm. Ok.

The back deck was up three stories with stairs down to the ground. As he left our property he cut our telephone wires so that we couldn't call for help. And then, I woke up.

Yeah, strange.