The Return of Frakenstein

Last night there were no humans in my house. The Pretty Ladies and little girls went to San Diego to see Alexa and the catlike creature. I didn't know where the Old Guy went until he got home this morning at about 6:30. The Pretty Lady has been complaining about his snoring and so he is finally doing something about it. He said he went for a sleep test in Torrance. I didn't know what that was so he described it to me. He said he went to this office building. They buzzed him in because no one was there at 9 p.m. He went to the third floor and there was an office with a bunch of bedrooms. After he signed in, Clinton showed him his room. It had a bed, a bed table, a lamp, a mirror, a sitting chair and other stuff that made it look like a bed room. It also had a bunch of electronic stuff and a camera in the ceiling. Interesting. He said they glued about 20 wires to him: to his feet, his legs, his head, his face, and two straps of stuff around his stomach and his chest. Before they plugged him in he went to the bathroom and got a good look at himself. He said he looked like the Frankenstein Monster right before he broke out of Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory. After he got back, Clinton plugged him in, or actually plugged all of the wires into a computer link and stuck something on one of his fingers. Then Clinton said, "have a nice sleep." Wish I could have been there to see that.

Anyway, the Old Guy said he slept pretty well and ended the sleep with a doozie of a dream. It went like this: He was riding on a Harley with a bunch of other Harley guys and girls. He said it was nothing sinister, they were just riding down a pretty straight country road. Except, his Harley had a tiny handle bar like a mountain bike, except smaller. He said it was hard to control and he was always riding on the wrong side of the country lane. Then they stopped at a farm. He said the lady who ran the farm started to show him around. The first thing she showed him was something she was very excited about. She said she had crossed a deer with a camel. They walked around the corner of the barn and she said "there", pointing. Well, the result was a large bird like creature that looked kind of like an eagle crossed with an owl. Unfortunately, he didn't get an explanation because either the dream ended or he woke up. He said try as he might, he couldn't get back in the dream grove to find out what the heck she did to get a bird from a deer crossed with a camel. Then Clinton came in at 6 a.m. and said he was done. Clinton ripped, that's the word he used, ripped, off the electrical wires which hurt because they were glued on. Then the Old Guy drove home.

We were waiting at the door for the return of Frankenstein because we were all hungry. I hope I never have a snoring issue.