Death by Trolley

I walked into our bedroom and Brian was smoking a cigarette and I was so so so angry. I have this one a lot, actually.

I went on a trip to Ireland. It was hot and muggy. When I came back, someone was telling me it had been hot there because it is summer in Ireland now. I was like, umm... I don't think so. Then I was getting ready to go back to work after my Ireland vacation and I was thinking that I needed to make a boat reservation to go off for work on Tuesday and I was hoping I would be able to get one. Then you were saying that you didn't think I worked there anymore, like for a long time, now. And I was like, No! They're expecting me to show up! They're counting on me! I have to go. But then I started to remember that I had quit and I got very confused.

Riding a streetcar with Brian and Sandra. Brian and I were going somewhere and Sandra knew all the stops and how to get there. There was an Irish politician and his wife on the trolley. The wife was american, but had a funny way of talking. I can't remember exactly, but I liked it. She looked like a movie star from the 40s. Then it was our stop and Brian and Sandra got off and I fell when I was getting off, and i couldn't get up and I was afraid the trolley was going to run me over and I kept saying "I can't get up! I can't get up!" But they weren't paying attention.