Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Gremlin

I dreamt I was kicking a dog and woke up from my legs kicking me awake.
I'm getting a new Fitbit to replace my defective one. In the meantime, I'm still using it since it does most things correctly.
Today, I made the mistake of eating leftover cinnamon rolls and going over my calorie budget way early. I just can't stand the idea of food going to waste.
I took my Fitbit off when we were at the pool, so I may have met my calorie goal.
Regardless, I was hungry tonight and waited until after midnight to eat so I could count it towards tomorrow's budget. I know it's a sham and not practical if I were dieting. Probably explains why gremlins had such silly feeding directions.
Oh, the dream wasn't about puppies. I was driving home on 35 onto 75 from work with a few other people, but the highway was closed due to a pack of vicious dogs being loose. Abandoned police cars were blocking part of the road, while a fence blocked a ramp. We got out of the car to see if we could move the barrier when an animal that Stephen King could have conjured appeared too close for my liking and snapped at me, prompting my kicking motion. Did I mention it was roughly 2:30 am so no other cars were around just vicious dogs?  

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