I am aggressive in my sleep....

I had a dream last night - and although it jumped around and makes absolutely no sense, I remember it. Seems I was hungry and decided to go through a Burger King drive through. Once into the drive, I realized there was no way my vehicle would fit, so I got out and squeezed my butt up to the teller (only had about 6" opening) and ordered my McChicken (obviously a dream). Now, while I was standing there counting out the stickers with which I was paying, I noticed some twit of a woman acting like a two year old. She was awful close to my car and I was worried that she was going to ding my fender so I went over to her (she was now sitting in a high chair) and wheeled the high chair out the door and I shoved her down the frozen driveway. She tipped over the edge which was a very steep snow covered hill. Shortly after turning around to go back inside to get my food, I heard a woman scream. I noticed an older woman who was getting into her car had slipped and was falling down the steep hill. I went inside and got what was now a stack of pancakes - nothing worse than cold pancakes so I decided to get them before seeing if the woman was hurt. I went back outside and went to the edge and looked down to see the twit in the highchair holding her leg - wailing like a banshee - and the old woman sitting in water up to her waste. She was chatting with a man and was drinking tea out of a pristine little tea cup. That's all I remember. However remember thinking that I wished the twit in the highchair was hurt a little more than she was.

Wonder if I have a nasty streak in me that I'm not aware of?

Alright. There is a post for the morning. Still nothing of substance to write about. Same ol humdrum routine I'm following. Why do you even bother reading these posts? I am only writing this because I have nothing better to do... Shouldn't you be working? (You stalker!)