Head Full Of Bees -- Plus A Nightmare

     Sheesh, what a headache!  --I've taken something, well, a couple of things (paracetamol and ibuprofen) and I'm waiting for them to kick in.

     I woke from a nightmare this morning, got out of bed and padded down the hall to do as one often does on awakening.  Nearly bumped into Tam on the way, gave her a shocked look and asked, "Why'd you do it?  Why wreck all the phones?"

     She was confused by this question, as anyone who hadn't wrecked all the phones would be.  My dream started with me inadvertently making a mess in the kitchen, a huge mess, and while I was cleaning it up, Tam and her oddly anonymous boyfriend had dumped out some chemical compound that was smoldering and was going to ignite the drums of explosives in the basement (!!!)* -- and they'd taken all the cellphones and smashed all the landline telephones in the house.

     In the dream, I was running from one wired phone to another in the larger-than-reality house, which had a lot more connected wired phones in it than our actual house, and my own oddly anonymous boyfriend was doing much the same, only puzzled and more slowly, perhaps because he didn't realize the place was going to blow up soon.  It had just occurred to me that we needed to hightail it out of there and find someplace with a working payphone† when I--  woke up.  The dream was still with me when I walked down the hall.

     Missed the explosion, at least.
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* No, there aren't any.  A couple of ammo cans of 7.62 x 39, another of .22LR and my box of assorted uncommon pistol-caliber cartridges is as close as it gets.

†1975 just called.  It wants its quarter back that the phone ate.