Was. A. Weird'un.
I'm a military pilot (yeah, right!). I have to fly to this village where children are being stalked by closet monsters and they can leave the house, but they can't move away. I remember closet doors that slid shut, paper mache (yeah, probably not spelled right) decorations in rainbow colors, four flights of stairs, and a quick change from flight uniform to doctor scrubs.
And I swear I did not do acid Saturday night.
Might have been the loads of bleu cheese I had on my salad at Lone Star for Mumsy Dreamer's 51st birthday (Mr Realist and I took her to supper). That shiz'll mess you up, LDs. :)
Got to see FIL and s-MIL today - went to supper at the pizza place uptown.
Hope your weekend was fab!
Heepwah, and be safe out there
Your quite strange