Meow House Theatre

I seem to have lost about 10 pounds somehow and now all those jeans I bought a week or two ago don’t really fit. Le sigh.

Horrible nightmare last night. I dreamed I heard a loud noise and went out to investigate and my guitar was on the floor completely demolished. The neck and front were sort-of together and the back was off and in many pieces. And it was done by CATS. All I could do was think “How the fuck did a cat do this???” This was far beyond unrepairable. I could only stare at it, stunned and unbelieving. It was like something Pete Townshend would look at proudly after a concert and say, “Damn that was a good one tonight!” Although I’ve never liked this thing he does with guitars. I don’t care how much money one has, that’s just stupid. And a waste of landfill space.

I know why I had the dream: because yesterday when I had the guitar out of the case the cat, as is usual with cats, found a way to sneak his wormy little body inside. And I had been glad at the time that the guitar was out and not in, just in case he might want to try the same thing if I should ever leave it unlocked. Funny how the mind takes your worries and doesn’t let you escape them even when you’re supposed to be having that most pleasant of all escapes, sleep.

I also dreamed that a certain famous person (whom I have never met) and his wife came over. Which normally would be great, except that in the dream he was not the famous person but rather an insurance agent and his wife was a plump German hausfrau straight out of 1955, wearing a ruffly flowered over-the-head apron and carrying a casserole dish of schnitzel. I don’t actually know what his wife looks really looks like but I am absolutely positive she’s nothing like that. I don’t need to see a picture to know that as a certainty.

I really have no idea what brought that one about. I don’t think I even like schnitzel.