Hopefully Not Glimpse of the Future

Last night I had this really depressing dream. It was like I was an old woman and I was in an assisted living place. I think this comes from watching the The Sopranos and Tony’s whole thing with his mom. The woman who assists me keeps telling me what I’m doing. I’m standing there and she says, “You just got home. Would you like to go to bed?” And I say yeah. I get in bed and it has this depressing worn pink quilt on it and as I’m getting in bed I’m thinking that I don’t feel so old. I get up again and I’m standing there and the woman says, “You just got up,” and it annoys me because I’m not daft. I don’t need her to tell me what I’m doing.

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