Eating Lucky Charms is not a responsible thing to do on a rainy day

I woke up an hour earlier than normal because the lightning was flashing in my room but no thunder. My room was dark and gray. I put the pillow over my head and fell back to sleep. Weird dream I had. Something about half-man (bottom), half-eagle (top) was found dead in a huge nest. He (or it) was about 6 foot tall with huge wings but the bottom part had human legs that wore a silly pair of boxer shorts and a pair of bright red Converse Hi-tops. (For some odd reason, I remember thinking, "Hey, those look like MY legs except I don't wear Converse.")

Anyway I was shocked to see this weird thing lying dead in the nest. I poked it with a stick to be sure but it was definitely dead. I ran off to tell somebody about my find but instead I ended up in my apartment with bundles of uncashed federal checks in my hands. I tallied up the checks and I was over a million dollars richer but when I went to the bank, the teller spoke in her nasally voice that all the checks were expired.

"FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!"

It was then I woke up again, groggy and perplexed (not to mention annoyed that all the checks were useless, never mind that it was only a dream.) I mean, what the fuck was that dream all about?! That didn't even make SENSE! (My therapist is going to have a doozy with that one!)

As I laid there, I looked at the clock and already I was late. I contemplated on whether I should go to work or just stay in. The room was dark and cozy unlike the world outside my window that was dank and dreary. But Me #1 (the responsible me) kicked me out of bed and dragged my ass to work.

Sometimes I wish Me #2 (the fun me) would just kick his ass and do what I/he WANT(s)!! I wanted to stay in and sleep all day, get up periodically to eat a bowl of tooth-decaying Lucky Charms, go to the bathroom and just go back to sleep. But Me #1 has to be a freaking worry-wart that if I don't work then my bank account will empty out, my possessions will be repo-ed and the whole world will crumble. But Me #2 thinks, "All work and no play makes John pathetic."

Me #1 rule the days Monday through Friday. As for the weekend, it's a battle between the two Mes. Sometimes the sourpuss Me #1 takes over and puts a damper on my weekend by doing chores, gym, paying bills, etc. But if Me #2 has a drink (you know me by now that it's never "a" drink) then Me #2 gets really obnoxious and ruins the good weekend (which is fine by me but it really ruins the orderly life.)

As I type this, I'm wondering if my therapist will want to have me committed.