I fell down a mountain

I swear I am coordinated....sometimes.  I can dance and not fall or trip but ANY OTHER ACTIVITY...I end up on my butt...or face. 

So I went hiking, like up a mountain.  I was being so careful!!!!  

I made it up with little incident except getting winded (altitude).  About half way down I stepped on a loose rock.  My left leg slide forward... hubs tried to catch me but he was a little too far ahead.

I had two options try to balance a risk falling off the trail and down a steep rocky slope or just sit/fall.  

I sat...the problem is my right leg had bent under me during the slide so when I sat, my shin & knee hit hard...and I was still sliding. Once I stopped I just sat there assessing.  Pain...yes!!!!!  but I was still on the trail and not tumbling down the side of a mountain, winning!!!

As I shakily stood, pain shot down my leg.

I leaned against the rock wall and carefully tested my leg.

It hurt but was easing, okay so not broken *whew*.

I carefully hobbled down the rest of the mountain.  When I got to the car I pulled up my pant leg.  I had two decent gashes and lots of scrapes.  It wasn't bleeding too bad but was already starting to bruise.  

So what does one do after they fall down a mountain and injure their leg?!?!?! They hike another mountain the next day.  

Where do these come from!?!?

Dream story time.  

I have a recurring dream.  I hear those in movies and on podcasts but I don't know anyone else personally that actually has a recurring dream.  

Its not...its not a bad dream but odd and very real.  

Hubs and I are on vacation.  We are in Europe.  I'm thinking England based on most of the accents.  Much of it is a blur but the feelings are strong.  We are having fun.  So much fun.  I remember laughing and smiling and feeling so happy. 

At an outdoor cafe a man at the table next to us asks if we are interested in going to a fancy dress party.  He has tickets but sadly is leaving town before the party.  We say we don't have anything THAT fancy.  It's not like I travel with a ball gown *shrug*.

As we finish our meal, the waitress comes over and says there is a fancy dress rental place, super affordable.  *hmmmmmmm*

It jumps a few days, I think but I am getting out of a carriage. What in the Cinderella is happening here?!?  So I am in a long sparkling red dress with silver heels, my hair is pulled up off my neck and hubs is in a tux, with a bow tie.  I've not seen myself but I feel like I look pretty good.  

The party is almost like a ball.  There are ritzy people everywhere, food in a buffet room, servers with horderves, and endless adult beverages.  There was mingling and dancing.  We knew no one but everyone was extremely welcoming & friendly.  

At one point the hubs walked off to...do something and I stayed chatting with the some of the people from our table, just kind of standing around in a darkened room with music.  Here is where it sharpens.  I can smell the mix of perfumes, cologne, and people.  I hear the thumping of the music and the friendly chatter of my new friends.  I can taste the tang of the bubbly I am drinking and I feel a little tipsy & giggly.  

From behind my husband grabs my right hand and guides me a few feet away. I can feel the warmth of his hand and the roughness of his skin. But something is off.  My hand doesn't fit quite right. He's tall-ish but his hair is wavy and longer than the hubs.  His stance is different.  His cologne is nice but not right.  Before I can say anything or pull my hand back he switches hands and puts his left hand in the small of my back saying "this is my wife".  

I can feel the searing heat of his hand on my skin and a slight tremble...is that fear...?  Okay so the dress is backless. 

I look at him bewildered but his eyes are pleading with me to play along.  His eyes are a gentle blue and kind.  I remember thinking he's handsome and in my mind I recognize him...but from where  I for some reason feel like I should trust him.  So I glance back at these strange looking intimidating men and introduce myself.  I see my husband behind them looking confused so I shrug and wink.  

I get the feeling this man is in some sort of trouble.  The men seem semi-pleased by our meeting and roughly tell my new friend goodbye but with a threat in it and exit.  When I turn to look at him again he looks relieved. He says he owes me, thank you, and hugs me then immediately looks abashed. He turns to the hubs to apologize still with his arm around me and I wake up.  

I've had this dream numerous times.  I don't know what it means or why I keep having it but I am starting to wonder if I need to go to Europe and meet a mysterious stranger at a ball. 

I swear I don't have daddy issues!

I'm on the weird VIVID dream kick again.  I've got a few so I'll just post one at a time.  

Anyways, it starts off in a large city, maybe NYC...maybe Miami...I dunno.  I had an interview in a big skyscraper.  I think my dad got me the interview so he drove me.  Mind you I am closing in on 40 so why would my father drive me to an interview?!?!  Anyway, in addition to myself, we brought a current co-worker & friend of mine whom I've known since college...also not weird at all.  

At this point everything is normal.  I'm dressed in a business suit and heels.  But then we get to the 37th floor and it's a...party....?  Apparently this isn't a normal interview.  It's a social.  So in true NOLA Gurl fashion, I mingled and made friends.  It was a LONG day.  So incredibly long.  I felt like I was there for hours and I had to have been because it was dark outside the windows.  

I was looking for my dad when I heard a commotion.  You see although we were on the 37th floor you could see over a balcony to a mezzanine (is that what its called???).  People were screaming and there were other people running...like....oh God...they were running like....Cheetahs on Speed. No no no no no no!!!!! Now I am scared, I can hear the blood rushing in my ears.  I can't find my dad and there are infected people below me!!!  I am trapped in a skyscraper with f**king 28 Days Later "zombies"!!!!!!!!!!

I call his phone and he picks up.  He left!  He f**king left!  He said I didn't seem to need him so he went home.  I was on the verge of crying asking and I quote "Daddy, why did you leave me?"  To which he responded, "I didn't leave you, I left the situation".  Yea go ahead and Freud that one....moving on.

I found my friend and explained we were stranded.  He was panicking a bit.  He saw the commotion below and was scared.  No one else at the social seemed concerned.  They were like "we are way up high...Zombies can't use the elevator".  I'm sorry, WHAT!?!?! 

Somehow we stole some key fobs and were in the parking garage.  You could hear the inhuman screeching echoing all around.  We were running but so slow...its was like running through sand and pressing key fobs to find a car...ANY CAR!!! My heart was racing.  I was drenched in sweat. Running in heels is stupid! My friend is white as a sheet which is impressive because he is fairly tan. 

We are in a car, he's driving (his driving scares me normally so there is that) and he brings me to my house but its not my house.  He says his uncle has a place in the swamp (MAKES NO SENSE...he is not from here...) and gives me the coordinates.  Not the address...the f**king coordinates!  

Here is where I woke up.  I woke up in a cold sweat and like WTAF.  I went back to sleep wanting to dream of anything else.  But the f**king dream continued.  I woke up, went pee, and went back to sleep and continued the freaking dream.  That NEVER happens!

As I settle back into dreamland, it jumps and me and my husband are driving in the boonies trying to find this place.  Its pitch blank but thankfully no inhuman screeching.  (at this point I knew I was dreaming I had a thought of OMG, why am I still dreaming about this?!?!?!?)  

It jumps again and we are in what looks like a really big plane hanger that's been converted into a makeshift living area.  Its extremely fortified and hidden but we are alone.  No one is there.  The dream has taken on a yellow tint....like dim old light bulb lighting.  I call my friend from a landline (what?!?). He said they are stuck on the freeway (now I know I am dreaming because we call it an interstate or highway) but to make ourselves at home.  So there I am checking out the provisions in the fridge, when out of nowhere a rabid (infected) yorkie comes running at me, I'm screaming, running away as its trying to nip my ankles.   I had to kill it....so I chopped off its head with a knife but...decapitating is not a simple thing so there was sawing...it was...it was not cool.  Do you know how traumatizing that is for a person who loves animals?!?!?!  I mean I wasn't attached to the dog but it was a bit "I am Legend" -ish feeling....

Somehow my geriatric cat is also there and she's been "bitten" but because she is so old, she's fine.  I swear...that was the line of thinking.  Okay then.... apparently if you're old, the virus is like meh, no point.  

The power switched to a generator because I guess society was collapsing *shrug*.  So I was sitting with my husband in the hazy yellow light of a shack in the swamp petting my old but uninfected cat with a decapitated yorkie on the floor just waiting.

I'm still here...I think

So wow been MIA a bit.  Well work sucks...I have inherited a WHOLE NEW job...on top of my current job....with no extra pay...which is hard anyway because pandemic.  If any of you can figure out how to get extra hours in the day...I'm all ears.  

Oh and 2020 just keeps bringing the weird...f**ked up...insanity.  I don't even know what I missed.  But I live in hurricane central so that's been fun.  

Laura just steam rolled the Western side of LA.  I mean Katrina was bad.  Gustav was bad.  Isaac was bad.  This B**CH said hold my beer and just ...*GAH*.  

If I remember correctly she is the 1st storm to make landfall AS A STRONG CAT 4 in western LA.  A meteorologist was asked how you prepare for a cat 4 or cat 5...?  His response, "honestly after you get to a Cat 3 it doesn't matter.  It's going to be catastrophic.  There is going to be significant damage and loss of life.  Just...just get out."  And this B...it was so bad.  The level of destruction....I saw it first hand...about a week after landfall.  My heart just broke for everyone.  I was having some serious PTSD.  You would think after being through so many storms you get numb to the destruction...but you don't.  

I walked into a house and the smell of wet insulation/sheetrock/carpet slapped me in the face.  I was immediately thrown back 8 years...11 years....15 years....I was there again.  I was picking through a flooded house...I was helping move a tree off a house...I was watching my people sob because it was all gone.  Then I was back to myself...in the present seeing more of my people trying to cope with losing everything.  

So we did what we always do.  We banded together and we cpicked up the pieces.  Because while it sucks...ALOT.  What matters is they are alive and well.  The house(es) can be fixed.  

Now...where I am in East LA is maybe going to get...A TON OF F**KING rain from another biotch.  Sally seems to have a target on us.  She isn't strong (and hopefully it stays that way) but she's moving slow and has the potential to push alot of water inland, along with a possible 10-20 inches of rain.  

At the 10PM update, she shifted more east.  And honestly...I hope she keeps doing that (sorry MS/AL).

I don't wish this crap on anyone.  

And before you say "well if you know a hurricane is going to destroy your area...MOVE!"  That's stupid.  There are natural disaters...EVERYWHERE.  There are earthquakes in the West, tornado alley in the Mid West, Blizzards in the North..hurricanes and flooding in the south...and currently freaking WILD FIRES in the west.  

You can't escape mother nature...just make sure you can handle whatever one is where you live.  Hurricanes are predictable (mostly)....they suck but we can prepare for them.  But I will continue to b**tch because...well its 2020....can we get a break please!!?!!??

How early, is too early?!?

There is nothing worse than being awoken by your dogs growling and aggressively barking at 4AM.  I jumped up out of a dead sleep.  They were losing it at the door to our room.  The hubs had worked late so I decided to get up to investigate. 

I let them out to attack whatever they thought was in the house.  I assumed they were barking at the cats.  Except they didn't go past my living room.  Normally they do a lap around the house....

So I walked out further.  I had a HORRIBLE buzzing in my ears and they were still going ape$hit.  Not just barking...it was really a protective thing happening.  I realized I still had my ear plugs in so I took them out but the noise didn't change.  I was still half asleep and thought the weird noise was coming from the nightlight in our kitchen. Mainly because the dogs were barking in that direction and that made sense to my sleep addled brain.

As I started to walk towards it Speedy grabbed and pulled my hand. WTF Dog?!?!?  They were still barking like crazy.  But I kept walking, Lil bit was biting at my ankles.  Speedy kept grabbing my hand and getting in front of me. 

A fully awake person would have realized they were trying to stop me from walking into the kitchen.  But I was still half asleep and getting annoyed.  I got to the night light and unplugged it. haha, success!!!

The noise didn't stop and the dogs were still barking.  I was staring blankly at the light like, why are you still buzzing, I UNPLUGGED YOU!

Finally my irritation bubbled over and I yelled "Can everyone please shut up!!!"  Immediately the noise stopped and both dogs stopped barking. 

At this point I woke up enough to realize how f**ked up that was. 

I looked around, promptly headed back to bed with the pups, and put my earplugs back in.  I did NOT go back to sleep.  Hubs mumbled "is evey thing okay?"  and I said "nightlight".  I stared at the ceiling waiting for the buzzing to come back or the dogs to bark.  Thankfully neither happened!

I'm not scared, you're scared!

Okay we joke a lot about the old owners still being around but sometimes things get really weird and I choose to just have another glass of wine. 

So my speedy LOVES to play.  He will bring you his toy, spit it on you, then bark until you throw it.  He does this to anyone and everyone who steps foot in our house.  Its adorable for about 5 minutes then it gets annoying but we love him to bits. 

Anyway, since we've moved in, him and lil bit have claimed our spare room as their own.   Nothing weird, they think they are children so I guess they have a room. 

Well randomly they go back there.  Lil bit rolls around on the bed like she does when she wants belly rubs.  She's a dog, not that weird..right.  But Speedy has decided that it is really fun to scare the $hit out of me and I am not okay with it. 

I was cooking dinner one night and I heard him barking.  When I went to investigate he was standing in the doorway to my spare room...toy on the ground...barking into the darkness.

So I yelled for him....he looked at me.  Looked back into the room...cocked his head and started barking again.

I reluctantly walked down the hall, turned on the lights as I went and checked the room HOPING TO SEE A CAT.  No cat.  Speedy picked up his toy and went back in the living room. 

Lil bit started doing this too.  She doesn't bark but she nudges her toy across the threshold and wags her tail. 

Not necessarily scared but...curious.  What is it with that back room?  I mean they don't always do this but it is almost 3 years and they are still doing it soooooooooo.

The world is a dumpster fire...I mean Vampire...no I mean dumpster fire

And no place more like home *face palm*.

Innocent man killed by a cop.  Hold up...not just killed.  I mean, he was straight up murdered.  I know some people may not like to hear that but f**k... y'all it was bad...REALLY REALLY BAD.  Like Jesus H Christ, its 2020 right?!?  Why is this still happening?!??!  Have we not evolved enough to f**king NOT do this?  I know one bad egg but there have been quite a few bad eggs and now I'm worried about my cop friends that are legitimately good people....

Now the world is protesting because...are we not all HUMAN?!?!  Come on!  This is not acceptable, and it needs to stop (the killing & racism, not the protests). 

So tick another box off for Apocalyspe BINGO. 

So these protests I get and support, but holy $hit now I'm scared "Corona 2 - The Resurgence" is coming to a city near you in upcoming weeks.

Top that with a f**king Tropical Storm headed straight for LA and I mean June is starting off great...JUST GREAT!  So Cristobal decided it wanted to make history and be the earliest 3rd named storm on record so "yay, good for you". Its not a Katrina or Harvey but it looks to dump 10+ inches of rain on us, so I guess that's the flooding part of the Apocalypse. 

Now I see there is a football field sized "near Earth" asteroid floating around out there.  And while I know these are always out there, its 2020.  She'll probably just kick us while we are down and send a life ending rock hurdling into the Earth.  Except it won't end life just make it THAT much more f**ked up *ahhhhhhhh*.

Its cool, I mean we are already in June...OMG its only June....I feel like I've lived 10 years in 6 months...

Crap I almost forgot about the cannibal rats...because that doesn't sound terrifying....

Who clicked on a suspicious link? 
Did someone install Limewire???? 
Who dug up an old burial ground? 
One word, Jumanji! 
Clearly, the Earth's free trial of McAffe has expired, Good Luck and Godspeed. 

Time to go old school.