designer nightmares......

ok, so when i thought that i was all caught up with things......like the painting....and on top of everything else regarding timeframes/deadlines etc.....i somehow manage to come up with new things to worry over......and thus it was that in the middle of the night....yeh...when i woke up in a pool of mmmenopausal sweat....it came to me that maybe my middle child forgot to buy prom tickets....and when i finally drifted back off to sleep i had prom dreams/nightmares...kind of a fade between scream1 and home alone and a yet unmade film about evil yet goodlooking prepboys who try to beat up the family of the boy who took the alpha-male's ex-girlfriend to the prom......at one point in this dream we were living in a multistory victorian house....and i was able to send the picture of these lugs and their baseball bats and tireirons as they stood beating at our front door and as i called 9-1-1.......and there was a group of eastern bloc children living on one of the floors....and i was afraid that these crazy jealous hoodlums would hurt them.....and our old couch was in this dream....the one i recall having from my oldest memories of life.......in an aqua fabric that doesn't seem quite likely....but that is how dreams work, isn't it........and at some point i was being chased across a golf course by these crazies in a small convertable......i am so tired from running....but i do recall them all being taken away in handcuffs.....and i am so tired this morning fromm all that running from the car........presumably my child's promdate didn't recently date somebody who owns a small convertable.......that would be too worrisome.....i might not sleep again, or at least until i sketched out the screenplay........