To continue the theme of perplexing life: I've been weaning myself from so much time on Facebook. But I got on this morning and was immediately hit by three stories of gun tragedy. A four-year-old boy in Houston found his grandfather's shotgun and accidentally shot himself in the head. He died days later. A woman died because she was adjusting her bra holster and accidentally shot herself through the eye. Did you know there was such a thing as a bra holster? And last but certainly not least the firefighter who was called to a home because a man had had a seizure, and when said man awoke from the seizure ,he was confused and thought the first responder was there to hurt him. Wait for it: he shot and killed him.
Looking good, Challenger.
Before I awoke to this mayhem on Facebook I had actually had a euphoric dream that I won a contest and the prize was billions of dollars! I'm talking billions with a B. I told my husband we would never have any money troubles ever again. ( not that we do ) I immediately voiced that I wanted to give $1 million to the Sanders campaign! I was going to build homes for the homeless! And lest you think I'm a complete altruist, I was going to do some high end traveling to great spots in the world. I kept asking everyone in the dream if this was a dream and they all said "no". By the time I woke up I was convinced it had not been a dream. Imagine my confusion upon waking and mulling the whole question over again. Alas it was a dream, but ah what a good dream it was.