Insane dreams and clumsiness in the Back Forty

Yup...stupid crazy dreams again..the last one was really wierd and kinda gross now that Ithink about it...it involved my hands..the palms of both hands became detached, and I could see the redmuscles underneath...tho no blood. I immediately press my hands together to allow the palms to reattach, which they did, although I could still see the scars. Wow. I checked out a dream dictionary which I'd purchased recently that states my hands represent giving and creativity...I think what my dream was telling me was that I was losing my creativity, but am able to get it back. Any other interpretations are welcome here. Anyhoo...I've been extremely clumsy as of late...2 weeks ago I fell down the stairs outside as I was going to work. Yup, I know some of my friends who knowme are probably cracking up and saying"Oh not again!". Stairs are not my friends. So I banged up my tailbone pretty good...it still hurts like hell to sit or sleep on my back. I think I might have fractured it, but you won't see this Stranger walking around toting a donut cushion. I do think it's time to go get another cracking session with the local chiropractor.Sigh. If that isn't bad enough, I walkes into my bedroom and sliced open my big toe. I don't like bedframes, especially those that have sharp pieces sticking out. So My big toe bled, quite a bit, but I managed to clean it out and now I have it bandaged. I need a bigger room...or maybe a body that isn't so friggen clumsy. I have bruises on my legs and I don't know where I got them.
So yeah...another sleepless night in the Back Forty...not because I have stuff on my mind, but because I drink way too much coffee. I need to cut down. Or at least switch to decaf again. Tonight I had the scare of my life. I was about to head outside for a smoke, and as I turned on the outside light, the birds just flipped out, and I saw a cat scurry away outside. Poor Casey wasn't in his cage and he was so scared, he tried to land on me, but couldn't see because it was so dark inside, and he managed to fly to the livingroom in the dark and found Dad. I was scared because I thought Casey might have flown into a wall and broke his neck, but he was okay, and dad handed him off to me, and Casey calmed down. This Township needs to do a better job of rounding up the stray cats. You see, a bunch of them live under the empty building next door, and I've seen cats around who are obviously starved and quite possibly feral. Dad was pissed. I don't blame him. In the summer when its hot, we take the birds and the cages outside so they can enjoy the fresh air. If I catch a feral cat going after our birds, I will attack with extreme prejudice. They need to euthanize these cats...its more humane than having them live under an abandoned building..God knows what diseases they have. Anyhoo, the birds are secure..and thankfully asleep. Yeah...I've grown attached to the feathered critters.
Well, not much else to report..thanks Zink for posting...still hoping for more shout-outs from my blogger family...to all...I miss you, and hope you post more chapters. Well...I gotta dash...Fridays and Saturdays are long and tedious for this pizza slinger. Have a good weekend, all of you, if I don't post sooner. Ciao.