Narc-o-mares

I really hate what narcotics do to me.

I mean they do have their value - nothing cuts pain like a narcotic, except for black scorpion venom, but it acts like a narcotic and why such drugs as Ultram disappeared so rapidly in the market place.

The worse ever was one time dreaming I was on a bus with a very recently deceased co-worker.  I do not make friends quickly and their loss is mourned.  His death was a stunner, just as was that nightmare of being on a bus with him and talking just like any other day.  Too weird.

This morning I was awaken at the end of the latest nightmare wherein I am meeting brother Timmy at some exhibition all.  He is late, I have to go to the toilet, I hunt hi and low for one, find it, go in and there is a little kid in there playing and standing in the bowl.  Heck done that one a few thousand times!

Then the kid slipped and grabbed for the valve to catch themself .... WHOOSH!  Kid swept from sight!

So I ran outside to call 911 and they are demanding the kids name, parents address, etc.  Such utter stupidity ...

Timmy now walks up, tries to open the door - it is locked now, and suddently - it is too late to find that elusive toilet.

Sigh.

The inner angst of Kris: world run by idiots, spinning out of control and me unable to find a toilet as needed.

Sigh.

Hoping to be off narcotics very shortly .......