Flash, bam, alakazam!

Awoke this morning just as dawn must have been breaking, but the BOOM that literally thundered through the house explained the dim light. Poor Evita popped up and came over to the bed with a troubled look in her eyes, her ears cocked a bit crazily. "What the shit was that, Momma?!"

Honest, I've been through some storms, but the lighting and thunder show today was insane--with very little rain, oddly enough. Certainly not the downpour that the bluster should have signified. Every lightning zap was followed by shock of sound, followed immediately by the sensation of several people slamming all the doors in the house at once. Evita was not pleased.

Fell back to sleep about 20 minutes later and must have sunk immediately into REM, because the next dream was just ridiculous...and awful. The storm must have brought something up in my mind because my crying, in my sleep, is what woke me next. Although, as soon as I was fully awake, I had to laugh. The dream starred the ex-husband and was rather melancholy overall (I know, weird--it is what it is), but there was one very strange part...he was wearing these plastic and metal and fake jeweled gloves of some sort--think what little girl 99 cent fake jewelry looked like at Pic-and-Save or Walgreens. Anyhow, the gloves had these little fake blades and tools that he could extend or retract. They were seriously like a kids toy that he was just wearing with his regular clothes. I asked, 'Do you wear those all the time? Like, even when you teach or present..?' He kinda snapped haughtily and said something to the effect of 'Damn right I do, and no one's gonna stop me!'

LOL. Bizarre, no? Don't you just love stormy weather? (Incidentally, I rather love the Billie Holiday version and have it on an LP, but could find a good youtube vid for it. Below is the full sequence from the film of the same name.)