...that's what I'm telling co-workers when they ask me what happened to my face.
Those of you that don't know about my
sleep-adventures may read up and become familiar with what happened at that time.
Well, Monday morning I woke up to the sweet sounds of my forehead banging violently against the edge of a desk I have next to my bed. I didn't know what had happened immediately until I felt a slight wetness on my forehead. That's when I decided to rush to the bathroom and see what was up. What was up was a 1 1/2" diagonal opening right between the eyebrows bleeding like a dragon breathes fire. Of course, I can't panic ...I'm still half asleep.
Moments later I start to remember that I was actually having another one of those vivid dreams. In this episode a most undesirable individual from my past was taunting me on a situation that I would rather not bring out in the open. Of course, this is vile charlatan was the kind of people I could not bring to justice during my very unpleasant and brief exchanges in real life. So, naturally, my subconcious considered only fair that in order for me to continue to lead a fulfilling life I must bring closure to this situation by means of savage
headbutts. But what it did not realize, silly as subconcious minds can be, was that said devilness was not physically present, but rather was the very sharp edge of the desk.
Thus I now am reduced the to telling of fairy tale stories of how I brought the evil mind to justice with only minor scratches to my head, when in my cruel reality I have just been, once again, humiliated by beelzebub-personafied ...without him even knowing about it!
