Weird Dream
This past Fourth of July I embarked on an heroic drinking spree. There was vodka, moonshine and $11 Jewel brand tequila. When the Independence Bender concluded at dawn on Tuesday the 5th I awoke with an odd dream reverberating twixt my temples:
A calico kitten had found its way into my apartment and was mewling softly. I came out of my bedroom and saw that it had been injured. It was limping on its front legs and there was dried blood on the fur under its neck. It was not scared of me and when I approached it stopped mewling and almost smiled. It looked up at me and in a deep English baritone it said “Race war.”
It kind of rolled the r on race, like “R-r-r-race war.”
Then I woke up.
