as i fell asleep last night

...I told myself to dream the thing that would wake me up once and for all.

First I dreamed that someone, a woman who was either a clingy friend or my maid... someone who felt she served me, was having a fit about Agent 86 bringing a girlfriend around my place. The girlfriend was a very pretty stark naked drug floozie who might have been two and a half feet tall. 86 wasn't much bigger. They were hugging a rock wall in an attempt to sneak into a back room and my friend was flipping about it in a fearful way... not just indignant, but fearful, and insisting she'd tried to shoo them, her, off, but to no avail. 86 had shown himself and was trying to reach me to distract me, but I decided to check on what was freakin' out this "servant" of mine. The tiny floozie had folded herself up into a little canvas chrysalis-shaped bag in one corner of a room near a door. I unzipped it and just the act shooed the tired little floozie and Agent 86 away.

Then I was at the home of the number one most hypochondriacal woman I have ever met in my entire life. I'd come to spend the night in her guest bed, but her mother showed up and took her bed and so she took the guest bed, which left me with pillows and the floor. I'm pretty sure this tableau refers to my feelings about my mother's belief that my medical problem is really just me complaining about getting older. Blood test results don't impress her.

I was staring at the pillows on the floor unhappily when I woke up and thought about Obama acting like he really means this thing about "change".

Is complete perfect enlightenment herein? Is it Mothers Day?