Dreamtime:
We were moving from an apartment to a house in a fairly undeveloped area. The house was large and open with huge glass windows and a built in computer system (which the bedroom terminal seemed permanently stuck on an old fashioned RPG windows game). We were still moving stuff over from the apartment but were living in the house - I would lay in bed to rest and then remember another bill I would have to switch over to the new address. Sharky was taking care of the insurance people on the phone and I remembered that we still had the phone turned on in the apartment and I did not want to pay two phone bills. We talked about bills and both Sharky and I pulled out all our credit cards and tried to figure out which ones to keep and which ones to cut up. We were surprised at how many we had and didn't realize we had accumulated so many.
I saw a documentary on field mice and how to tell if they've moved into your house. I noticed that the tracks shown on TV matched the ones we found in our house. I told Sharky about it, saying these mice were particularly dangerous because they were so cute and were a lot like fat, furry hamsters.
A huge mouse (that looked human) came into the house and was wearing pants and a shirt. He was very smart and we caught him running into the house and drinking out of a lemon half like a cup. We called him Bob. He even used the cats' litter box. We thought he'd be killed when he went into the cats' bedroom but I followed him in there and saw Krystle and Tigger greet him lovingly and all 3 curl up for a nap. I went in there and talked to him and told Bob that he was welcome to stay as part of our family but he had to go to the vet's and get his shots and be neutered. He looked a bit surprised but didn't argue with me.
I laid in bed and watched birds flock to the feeders outside the window and was amazed at the variety. I told Sharky that if we kept the windows very clean we could take some great pictures. I laughed when I looked out the window and saw it was swampy on that side. The clouds were darkening and I thought that we were not expecting rain.
We went for a walk in our back yard and saw the neighbors' horses. A beautiful one came towards us and we decided it was a cross between a palomino and a draft horse from the size and coloring of it. It ran through a stream and then tried to jump the little bridge. The horse stumbled and fell onto the bridge on it's knees. That is when we realized there was a very small jockey on the back of the horse. He said he was ok and the horses stumbled like that all the time. We watched the horse jump another bridge and fail again and saw more horses coming towards us doing the same thing.
As we walked down the beach back toward the house and away from the horses, we saw people in medieval costumes and realized that there was a fair going on. We stood near a giant umbrella and saw a King and Queen trying to get their allied countries to choose a flag before everyone got wet. We walked away and saw a giant wooden gate leading to our house and realized that we had not seen it before. Off to the left was an open market attached to the fair, but it looked more Middle Eastern than Medieval. A girl walked out a door and I laughed at the surprise upon her face. She wasn't happy about being laughed at, even though I explained it was all in fun.
As we walked along and looked at the wares for sale and I lamented that we were broke and we had to remember that the fair happens every year so we could save up money to go next year, on the anniversary of us moving into the house.
We met our "new" neighbours, Victoria and David Beckham. Their kids were thirsty so I invited them in for some fruit punch. She did not want the kids drinking out of Harry Potter cups because they would want to keep them and it would be a scene. She didn't want them to have fruit juice either because of the high sugar content, but I promised her I would cut it with water and the kids would never know. Other then that, we got along splendidly and chatted about her nude pregnant magazine pictures, etc.
I sat outside with her and her husband and we chatted as the night grew dark and the villagers prepared for fireworks. I asked her if she named her kids after her sisters (all had A, B, C, D names) and she said no, only C (for Carla) was the same. I then asked her if she liked people calling her Posh. She said no because that was a stage character and I agreed with her. Her husband said that he was the only one allowed to call her that. We all had a good laugh over that.
We were moving from an apartment to a house in a fairly undeveloped area. The house was large and open with huge glass windows and a built in computer system (which the bedroom terminal seemed permanently stuck on an old fashioned RPG windows game). We were still moving stuff over from the apartment but were living in the house - I would lay in bed to rest and then remember another bill I would have to switch over to the new address. Sharky was taking care of the insurance people on the phone and I remembered that we still had the phone turned on in the apartment and I did not want to pay two phone bills. We talked about bills and both Sharky and I pulled out all our credit cards and tried to figure out which ones to keep and which ones to cut up. We were surprised at how many we had and didn't realize we had accumulated so many.
I saw a documentary on field mice and how to tell if they've moved into your house. I noticed that the tracks shown on TV matched the ones we found in our house. I told Sharky about it, saying these mice were particularly dangerous because they were so cute and were a lot like fat, furry hamsters.
A huge mouse (that looked human) came into the house and was wearing pants and a shirt. He was very smart and we caught him running into the house and drinking out of a lemon half like a cup. We called him Bob. He even used the cats' litter box. We thought he'd be killed when he went into the cats' bedroom but I followed him in there and saw Krystle and Tigger greet him lovingly and all 3 curl up for a nap. I went in there and talked to him and told Bob that he was welcome to stay as part of our family but he had to go to the vet's and get his shots and be neutered. He looked a bit surprised but didn't argue with me.
I laid in bed and watched birds flock to the feeders outside the window and was amazed at the variety. I told Sharky that if we kept the windows very clean we could take some great pictures. I laughed when I looked out the window and saw it was swampy on that side. The clouds were darkening and I thought that we were not expecting rain.
We went for a walk in our back yard and saw the neighbors' horses. A beautiful one came towards us and we decided it was a cross between a palomino and a draft horse from the size and coloring of it. It ran through a stream and then tried to jump the little bridge. The horse stumbled and fell onto the bridge on it's knees. That is when we realized there was a very small jockey on the back of the horse. He said he was ok and the horses stumbled like that all the time. We watched the horse jump another bridge and fail again and saw more horses coming towards us doing the same thing.
As we walked down the beach back toward the house and away from the horses, we saw people in medieval costumes and realized that there was a fair going on. We stood near a giant umbrella and saw a King and Queen trying to get their allied countries to choose a flag before everyone got wet. We walked away and saw a giant wooden gate leading to our house and realized that we had not seen it before. Off to the left was an open market attached to the fair, but it looked more Middle Eastern than Medieval. A girl walked out a door and I laughed at the surprise upon her face. She wasn't happy about being laughed at, even though I explained it was all in fun.
As we walked along and looked at the wares for sale and I lamented that we were broke and we had to remember that the fair happens every year so we could save up money to go next year, on the anniversary of us moving into the house.
We met our "new" neighbours, Victoria and David Beckham. Their kids were thirsty so I invited them in for some fruit punch. She did not want the kids drinking out of Harry Potter cups because they would want to keep them and it would be a scene. She didn't want them to have fruit juice either because of the high sugar content, but I promised her I would cut it with water and the kids would never know. Other then that, we got along splendidly and chatted about her nude pregnant magazine pictures, etc.
I sat outside with her and her husband and we chatted as the night grew dark and the villagers prepared for fireworks. I asked her if she named her kids after her sisters (all had A, B, C, D names) and she said no, only C (for Carla) was the same. I then asked her if she liked people calling her Posh. She said no because that was a stage character and I agreed with her. Her husband said that he was the only one allowed to call her that. We all had a good laugh over that.
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