Jeepers Creepers and Foster Farm Chickens?

I've been awake for 4 days now! Can barely sleep a wink for some reason. No, nothing I ate. No, not anything I saw on TV either. I've been having trouble sleeping since my surgery this past October. I just can't fall asleep and I can't stay asleep when I finally do fall asleep. So on this 4th day, I'm loony!

Speaking of sleeping and nightmares in particular, have you all seen the movie "Jeepers Creepers"? OMG! I'm not normally one for these modern day horror flicks, but this one completely creeped me out! The monster, the truck it drives, the whole enchilada is just plain ol' creepy. I mean really, look at this thing! If THIS truck pulled up next to you while you were minding your own business, singing along to "Don't Worry, Be Happy!" wouldn't it freak you out just the tiniest bit?

If you haven't seen this movie, rent it! But not by yourself, and not late at night!

Ok, so I have to tell you about the nightmare I had on Sunday night. I was driving with my ex-husband around 2:oo a.m. in the morning along Lankershim Blvd. in North Hollywood, CA. A rather "iffy" section of town at best. We got in a fight (surprise!) and he pulled over and dropped me off. I said fine, and walked off as he drove away. As I didn't want him to find me, I darted down a side street into a residential area, but being Lankershim Blvd., there's a line of sleezy hotels and businesses with an alley separating the homes from the main drag.

As I was meandering towards the houses trying to figure out what I was doing, I noticed a couple of men wearing industrial jumpsuits behind a non-descript warehouse type business. I thought maybe they were outside taking a break but then when they started walking towards me I wasn't sure what to think, but it probably wasn't a good thing. They each grabbed one of my elbows and guided me to this warehouse. They told me they would help me and everything would be better, that I would be just fine. They took me inside and took me to an area with assorted bottles of liquids and what looked like a wall with doors or drawers on it. There was a reddish glow coming from a crack around the doors/drawers, and it was hot in there.

One of the men picked up a large syringe, much like what you'd use to flush a wound out with saline, and loaded it with a yellowish liquid. I wasn't feeling too safe at that point. He said not to worry, that I would turn out great. Just then a large roasting pan appeared in front of me and it was filled up with something that resembled baking bread when it's rising, except the top or the skin was splitting and yellowish juices were running out and into the pan making a sizzling sound. That was no bread baking! And I didn't see any drumsticks either! That was no syringe either - it was a baster! They were going to cook me! I was going to be like a Foster Farms Chicken! But I'd be one of the cheaper birds, plumped with salt and butter solution! Of course then I started to yell, "no, no!" and woke up in a sweat. At least I hope it was sweat!

Needless to say, I haven't wanted to go to sleep since.