Not a picnic for me with the skunks

Late summer I had a dream where to put it without great detail, a skunk had sprayed our area at the docks and I was about to throw up. If you didn't know, I dream in great detail. Extreme detail. The Captain made the mistake of once asking me about my dream and I spent an hour, no kidding might have been longer, telling him about my dream that I'm sure only last 15 minutes in real time. Everything from what people were wearing, to where things were on a counter, to what the post its on the fridge said. It's ridiculous. I've wanted to have my dreams analyzed because I think I'm special. Or just because it might be fun.

Anyhoo, back to the initial dream. I was about to throw up in my dream and I woke up. Our house stunk like a skunk had sprayed in our bedroom. It was gross and I was about to throw up in real life. Wouldn't that have been great! We slept with our windows open so I can see how smells can filter in but the potenice was extreme. The Captain of course was still sleeping. I woke him up, freaked out, shut the windows, lite some candles, turned on the fans, and got terribly upset. Our alarm was supposed to go off 15 minutes later as we were catching an early morning flight and had to be out the door by 5:30AM. I hate it when I get woke up. And now my house smelt like a skunk.

Fast forward, the house smelt fine when we returned and the animals seemed to not have been bothered by it. We never did find a skunk and since our neighborhood is somewhat surrounded by nature, we assumed they had wondered through. It has happened a couple of times since then and we no longer sleep with our windows open, it is nearly Thanksgiving after all, but it happened again last night. I woke to this rancid smell filtrating through my nostrils. The windows were shut and everyone else was asleep. There was no skunk in my dream.

Then we saw a fresh one on the side of the road on our way to church this morning, thinking that might have been him or her. However, tonight I smelt skunk in my office. The windows were closed and the smell was no where else in the house. The Captain couldn't smell anything and it wasn't Callie. I now think I'm paranoid.

Cheers!