Dream it ... and make it go away

Last night, I had two dreams, and in both I was irate. Imagine that, me irate! Is it just me, or is a clear personality issue rearing its ugly head? Don't get all sanctimonious on me for Pete's sake. Instead, get busy recognizing that anger has a necessary, good and often productive place in this universe.

So anyways, I believe last night's dreams were manifestations of my yesterday wherein I first had to corral a non literal herd of cats, tangle with a mama's boy ego, and be smacked in the head by facebook. That facebook smack was likely the cause of the mama's boy interaction gone bad, but who can really know, they were all annoying works of relation.

Imagine dreaming that you are sleeping and being woken by the sound of voices, power tools, scrapers, etc. Being the curious homeowner and good neighbor that I usually am, I got up in my dream to go see what all the ruckus was about. Imagine my shock, when I realized a crew of guys were working on my house totally unsolicited. I ran outside and started screaming for them to stop. Having reached the edge of my yard, I looked back at my house in horror. They were painting my roof (HOT PINK), scraping away my very recent and existing paint job on the house's trim, and they were cutting away a corner of my house. The word livid does not do justice to what I was feeling. Smoke was coming out of my ears, and I wanted to physically hurt them, all of them. As they scattered like rodents under the verbiage of my wrath, only a thin veil of sanity inhabited my body. Instead of choking those men with my bare hands, I snapped their sunglasses which were laid about. Oh yeah, all of them, not just the expensive looking ones. SNAP! I believe I may have watched one too many episodes of HGTV's Curb Appeal (Block Party), and I have only watched one!

My second dream was of the EXB. Let's just say I was not, and am not happy with him, and I expressed my very real anger non judiciously in my dream. This dream is less vivid than the first, but I do remember screaming the words ... "YOU NEED TREATMENT!!!."

In the light of day, I realize I may be the one who needs treatment. The silent treatment.

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