I had a dream last night that I was visiting Joan. It was night
and I was in the bedroom, dialling Ryan’s number on my cell phone—I only had
one digit to go when a strange man appeared in the doorway. I tried to dial the last digit, but the guy
took my phone. Then and there I decided
he wasn’t going to hurt me.
So I started
fighting him, shouting for Joan at the same time. Somehow I got him into the kitchen. As I struggled with him, I told Joan, who had shown up by now, “Hit
him with something!” And what does she
pick up? A short stack of Tupperware
bowls. “No, hit him with a pot,” I yelled. I then grabbed a saucepan, and conked him on
the head with it just hard enough to knock him out.
Thus, we ended up being fine, but
I couldn’t believe that in “helping” me Joan handed me some Tupperware. She was offended by my annoyance, so
afterwards I was trying to be nice about it, telling her, “Well, some
Tupperware could a hurt a person." But it still seemed incredibly stupid.
Especially since she’d just been standing there, doing nothing.
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