Mama Dawg, The Demon Slayer

I had the most awesome dream on Sunday night.

As you know, I like my Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Don’t judge. It’s a well-written show.

That and it has hot male vamps. Hello, Spike! You can find me here on this blog every day!

That being said, it was an awesome dream.

I dreamed that all these demons were breaking into my grandmother’s house where a bunch of us lived. I can’t remember who all lived there but it seemed like it was people from high school, a couple of bloggers and some friends.

At one point, I realize that LOML is not with me and I go to find her. I find my mom and LOML is with her all safe and sound. I start getting all teary and say that if we’re all gonna die, I want her to be with me when it happens. My mom wearily nods her head and passes her on to me. For some reason, she was in a helicopter.

Anyway, she flew away. Demons were coming at me fast and furious and I couldn’t very well fight them off with LOML just hanging around.

We ran as fast as we could behind the house where I found some rope. Somehow, I got the idea in my head that I would just tie her on to my back and I would fight the demons with her strapped on like that.

I also had the problem of trying to keep a backpack strapped on that had all of our supplies plus food inside of it. So, I just strapped that on her back.

At this point, I look like a deformed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

However, for some reason, it seemed to work.

I went back out into the fray and slayed demons left and right.

Despite the obvious danger elements, I woke up feeling invigorated and driven.

On the way into work, I started thinking about the dream.

I remember a lot of my dreams when I wake up but I don’t really take the time to analyze them. Usually the dreams consists of snippets of conversations or TV shows or thoughts I’ve had during the day.

But this one stayed with me long after I awoke.

And I realized that what I felt during the dream was a sense of purpose. I had a goal.

Granted, the goal was to not get killed by a demon, but still…I had a reason for fighting. A reason for living.

Now, I know, I know. LOML IS reason enough for living.

And I’m quite content in my little neck of the woods.

But I feel like I need to be doing MORE. You know?

I need to have something to strive for. Some sort of attainable goal. Something that makes me passionate.

I don’t have that in my life.

I’m not really a passionate person. I have brief moments of great passion, but they fizzle before I can really even come to terms with the idea/goal/object.

I’m working on something that I think might give me the release I’m searching for.

However, it’s a project that takes patience.

And as my mom can attest, that’s something I sorely lack.

So, I’m trying to curb my impatience. I’m trying to wait to see if I can breathe some life into it.

Sigh…..I hate being patient.

Later,

Mama Dawg