So last night's dream was sort of story-like, but was also sort of piecemeal. I'm gonna go ahead and attribute that to the fact that I think some girls at work have shared their germs with me so last night I was probably not in the right frame of mind.
It started out with shopping. I was in some sort of a store (definitely a boutique and not a department store). I was just browsing but they had a lot of good sales so I picked up a few dresses. Then, I decided to go to my "parent's house." When I arrived, I was hanging out with some other girl (unknown) in a parking lot (which was supposed to be the driveway). We were talking about those girls who wear itty bitty bikinis and walk around all slowly while holding a sign. We were saying how we could do a much better job than them and before you know it, I was in a little red bikini and I was laying on the hood of some car. Now, in my dream..I thought I was being all sexy like the sign girls but in reality, I was laying on my back with my head down by the hood of the car and my legs propped up on the windshield (I guess if someone was driving they'd have a primo view of my butt). Then, all of a sudden the other girl isn't there, I'm not wearing a bikini anymore, but I am holding my shopping bag and I go in the house (it's almost as if my brain was like "oh yeah! That's what I was thinking about!") My Mom and Bollweevil are there as well as a third lady (who I believe is African American). My Mom and sister see my bag and get all excited because they had been shopping at the same exact store today! They wanted to see what I got so I took everything out and showed them (2 out of the three dresses were white/off-white. The off-white one was covered down the front in pearls and crystals in a very tacky manner). My family was all impressed and once they saw what I paid, wanted to know how I got such a good deal because they could only afford to buy one thing each. I told them I had a coupon and I would be more than willing to share (even though when I was at the store, I definitely bought the dresses off of clearance racks, so I don't know why I said I had a coupon). Then, I heard noises coming from the basement so I asked what that was. The African American lady said "Oh, that's my son. He's playing video games." I remember in the dream I was just like "oh.....??" because my Mom doesn't have an African American woman-friend, let alone one who has a son so I wasn't sure who this woman was. And I never found out because it either ended or I woke up!
In last night's dream, I was in a very large stone building (kind of castle-like) and at first it appeared to be a school. I appeared to be there to work (teach) but then I walked up a large, wide flight of stone steps and this floor I was on was a hospital ward. All of a sudden, I was in a hospital bed. I was wearing the white robe with the blue triangles on it and had a thin, white sheet covering me. I remember I had an IV going into my arm. Then, a doctor came up to me and handed me a red balloon and told me that if I was going to get any better, I would need to continuously blow up this balloon so I sat there by myself, blowing in the red balloon, letting it deflate, then blowing it up again.
Then, I was back on the bottom landing of the stone steps and I was standing with my friend Halene and we were just conversing as if this stone castle-like building was a school. There were tons of people walking all around us. Suddenly, I pointed out that there was a funnel cloud that had just formed a tornado and it was headed our way (as we could see it through the floor-to-ceiling window wall opposite of us). It was a skinny little thing of a tornado, not too scary looking. Everyone else ran to hide but Halene and I decided there wasn't enough time to run anywhere and it didn't look so bad so we simply "hit the deck" and covered our heads. The window broke, and little tiny glass bits flew everywhere but it felt more like a gentle breeze blew over us. We stood up, continued our conversation, and walked down the next flight of stairs.
So I am officially 30 today! I am having a very low-key 30th. We had craptastic snow the last two days but today has actually been quite sunny and beautiful (as beautiful as it can be for a cold winter day). Padawan and I went out to breakfast at Dunkin Donuts. Since then, I've been watching guilty pleasures (such as Teen Mom) while he has been cleaning the apartment (and refusing to let me help, even when I offered). Right now he is off grocery shopping (because again - he knows I despise it). What's funny is that before he went to the grocery store, he asked me if he should buy me a cake for my birthday. In the almost 4 years that we've been together, he's not once bought me a cake for anything. We've bought cake just because we felt like it, and I've certainly made cakes but he's never gotten me a cake, let alone a birthday cake. Did he know what I was dreaming about last night???
Last night's dream didn't make much sense story-wise, but I know it's main character was cake. I was at my friend Hattie's house(although it wasn't her real house now - in fact, it resembled my Grandpa N and Grandma A's old house).I opened up about 3 refridgerators and in each one was a cake. I remember that one of them (the one I remember most clearly) was a sheet cake and the actual "cake" material was a deep rosy-pink. I don't remember if it had any decorations or candles on top but I do remember that it was eaten by about half.
Like I said - not much to it, but I know there was lots of cake!
We'll see what kind of cake Padawan brings home. Tonight the laid-back birthday continues. We'll probably get take out from one of our favorite restaurants - P.F. Chang's (or if we're feeling brave enough for the crowds maybe we'll go there). Then, we'll probably watch a movie and enjoy my cake. I know it's not a crazy, party-filled birthday but it's exactly what I want and I love it! :-)
Well it's been a super busy week! Which is odd, because in this last year, with my super lazy job, I don't really have busy weeks anymore. But this week, I had doctor appointments, an interview for a job (which I didn't get....shocker), and all that lead up to my birthday this weekend (you know - a girl's gotta go out for all her free dinners and drinks!).
Tangent: It's my last day of being in my 20's today *quietly sobs*. Yeah right! I'm not one of those people lamenting that my 20's are gone. Maybe because I was never a wild child to begin with but I'm very much looking forward to what my 30's have in store for me!
So anyways...busy week...and I slacked on posting some of my dreams, which I'm a little ashamed of. Including the one last weekend where I was working in a restaurant and was all kinds of frustrated because I couldn't make an omelet correctly. (Because you know...if you don't make an omelet correctly....you're just having a rough go in life!) Admittedly, I also had a few dreamless nights this past week (which is very unusual for me). I was very tired this week though (Gawd, those 30's are creeping up on me already!). Maybe I was too tired to dream!
Which wouldn't make much sense because last night I was EXHAUSTED by the time I went to bed and I had big, long dream. So big and long in fact that even when I got up at 5:00 to pee (dammit, 30!!!!) and went back to bed, I still continued the same dream! How often does that happen, huh?
Now, be forewarned. This dream also places a large emphasis on houses (I don't know what the hell my brain is up to lately). I could have understood it if I had a rash of house-dreams last year, when we had cable and I watched HGTV almost exclusively but we don't anymore and I don't watch HGTV ever anymore *really sobs* Maybe I'm in HGTV withdrawal?!?!?! Anywho, here was my 2nd-to-last 20's dream:
I was driving "out west" only really I was going somewhere like Missouri or Alabama or Mississippi.Stop calling my technicalities! It's ever so slightly in the westward direction but indeed I was driving "out west." I remember my car (I believe a station wagon) was packed with lots of things so apparently, I was going there to stay. When I arrived, there were quite a few women in the house although I don't know who these women were. All of a sudden, I was on the 2nd floor, looking out a window with some other girl/woman and we were admiring the vast sky. It was a cloudy day. The clouds didn't look too ominous but I hurriedly told the girl that I was getting the hell outta dodge because "Them there be tornader clouds!" (ok I didn't say it like that) I don't think I ever went and hid anywhere, but the clouds did change a few colors of brownish/greenish but no tornado (or tornader) ever did come. Fast forward in my dream, and suddenly the girls/ladies of the house and I are painting it - getting the house sell-worthy.I was in the kitchen, helping them paint. We went with mostly white sprinkled with splashes of super-loud neon lime green. And then while we were still painting, another woman (with a blonde bouffant, a cardigan tied around her shoulders and a purse over her arm) came in to see the house. It was my job to show her the upstairs so up we went. We got to one of the bedrooms and there wasn't much in the way of furniture (just a bed and one dresser) but on top of the dresser there were several photo frames (apparently, my dream-girls didn't watch HGTV and learn about staging and de-personalizing your house!) Interestingly, all the pictures are of women as well. There are two pictures of myself and Bollweevil although in one picture there's two other women with us and I don't know who they are. The bouffanted woman bends over to closely inspect one of the photos and it's me holding a baby girl (even though I don't remember there being a baby in the house). She seems to be acting all judgey-judgerson about it and I was all "What?! Are you offended that I have a child?" That promptly led to the bouffanted woman leaving the house.
Tangent: This is the 2nd dream in the past year that I've had a dream about having a baby. Both times it was a girl and she looks the same exact way. She's gotta chubby little cheeks (then again, don't they all?) but she has black hair (I have red, Padawan has brown/black) and lighter colored eyes (either blue, green, or lighter brown). I find this completely freaky. If it happened just once, that's one thing but to see the SAME baby in TWO dreams?! And no it doesn't mean I'm pregnant because there are things lined up specifically so there is no possible way I'm pregnant right now (or was when I had the other dream). All I know is that if we ever have children and it's a girl and it looks like my dream baby, I'm gonna be freaked out. And demand that I win like $10 billion for correctly predicting what my child will look like.
I've been dreaming a lot about houses and moving lately and the colors of my residences have been very prominent and important in my dreams lately. I'm not sure why that is!
Last night, Padawan and I were looking for a house. We seem to be looking in the old neighborhood my Grandpa N and Grandma A used to live. As it was/is sort of a "ghetto" area, I was very concerned about the possible violence in the area. We walked past one house that had a lovely wrap around porch. In front of the main door, there was a hanging lamp that had inscribed in it something about "police investigation"(Because inscribing a lamp is so much easier than just putting up that silly caution tape!) We eventually settled on a corner house - a large 2-story home that was clearly older but had nice woodwork and "character."I had decided my first order of business would be to paint. Billy had come over to help us paint and Cheryl also made an appearance, although she didn't do/say anything. (First time dream appearances for both!) Billy started painting the main foyer area, which also seemed to be some type of sitting room. He was painting swatches of lots of different colors to see which one would look right.I was focusing on styling a living room in a different part of the house, which was done in black and white modern designs(so not my style!)and had lots of framed pictures of Padawan and I all around the room. I went to the foyer area to check on Billy and I had to yell at him because he was painting phallic symbols on our wall and thought it was humorous (I don't think this means anything - Billy would do something stupid like that in this kind of situation. That's just what he does).
I'm so glad it's the weekend! Lots of laziness planned for this weekend!
Not much too new going on here. I returned to work this week. People's general levels of stupidity never ceases to amaze me. At the very least, it provides entertainment for me in my very, very boring job. (Note to self...need to find a new job!!!) Padawan seems to have shared a cold he had with me. Either that, or I caught something from the people at work. It doesn't feel like it's progressed into the full blown cold status yet - the one where you're miserable all the time - but it is an annoyance in it's current phase. Last night, Padawan encouraged me to take NyQuil (even though I assured him I didn't need it because I can pretty much sleep through anything) but he kept persisting so I took about one third of a normal dose. I think it caused me to have some weird dream....it was about my life but it was extremely disjointed (very unusual for my dreams!)...
Padawan had left me for some woman named Amy (that bitch!!!) He told me had had grown out of love with me and was leaving. At another point in my dream, I found myself looking around at my furniture(not my real furniture but my dream furniture I share with Padawan) and wondering how much money I could get if I sold it. At yet another point in my dream, I saw my first boyfriend ever (The Politician - who I haven't spoken to in 14 yrs) climbing a rocky cliff in the desert. (So really my brain was just trying to dream of as many meanings of the word desert as possible).Either way, I woke up around 1:30 right after having this disjointed dream and felt incredibly sad at the thought of Padawan leaving me, especially for another woman. Thankfully, it was only a dream and I was able to drift off again! I'm definitely not taking NyQuil tonight!
Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday! I already need a few days of relaxation and hopefully kicking this cold officially in the behind! Now, I'm going to go veg and catch up on my trashy TV shows that weren't on TV for 2 weeks! Hooray for the lazy American dream!
Yesterday was a very ho-hum day. I took down all of the Christmas decorations, which never happens right after New Year's. I usually postpone this as long as possible. It's true that we might have had a Christmas wreath on our door one year until March. But yesterday I was feeling productive so I completely de-Christmased the apartment. I also did a thorough cleaning of the kitchen, did some laundry, and watched 2 or 3 episodes of 16 and pregnant as a guilty pleasure. As another guilty pleasure, I didn't get out of my pajamas all day long. So it's only fitting that I had such an interesting dream last night. It was more like a movie than about anything personal. I was not in it, nor did it have anything to do with me. It was quite entertaining though...
A "local" high school boy had been killed.....by a whale. It was all over the news. Yes, news reporters were flocking the neighborhood, covering the latest tidbit of news - broadcasting his grieving parents to televisions all over the town. It was later discovered that this news report was not factual, at least not all of it. The boy was not dead. It turns out he had faked his own death because.....he forgot to turn in a homework assignment(This just goes to show how lame I am because missing your homework is grounds for fake suicide). The part that was real....was the whale! Yes, this boy had a PET WHALE...living in his inground pool in the backyard.(Who doesn't have a full grown pet whale?)There was actually very little water in the pool, as the whale took up most of the space. His parents understood why he faked his death (????) but they made him apologize to the whale, for the whale's feelings were very hurt. And that's how Free Willy my dream ended.
Ah, my brain is so funny. As for right now, they who predict the weather are predicting a "lot" of snow for us tonight/tomorrow. Uncharacteristically, this will be the very first "real" snow of the season (and it's unseasonably late!). Naturally, everyone is acting as if this isn't New York, they've never seen snow, and the world is going to end (although if you ask my Mother, she'll tell you we have approximately 353 days left). I'm going to celebrate by watching another guilty pleasure - the return of the Bachelor! Ah cheesy, staged fake-romance, how I missed thee!
Happy 2012 everyone! I hope everyone out there had a fun and safe evening. Padawan and I had our typical, low-key New Year's. In the afternoon, we headed over to my parent's house. We used to do Christmas festivities with my Mom's (New York) side of the family on Christmas afternoon but now that a bunch of us cousins are grown up and married and starting to populate...it's been moved to New Year's Eve. It's funny now because when my cousins and their spouses are over...it means we have 3 vegetarians/vegans at the house and my Mom has to go out of her way to please everyone. It's in her nature. Never mind that that side of the family NEVER goes out of their way for us (not that we have any special requirements) but I know they don't/wouldn't go out of their way for us. But here was my Mom making 3 separate main dishes for lunch, just so everyone could eat. Wonder Woman. Nothing special or new to report, other than that The Vegans are expecting their 1st child. They got pregnant 2 months after getting married. I'm all about "when you have the right person, you know" (obviously, since they got married) but GEEZ give it some time to settle down and get used to being tied together legally before you start reproducing. With the exception of The Vegans (who I'm not too fond of because they are the pushy type), I get along really well with my cousins and so does Padawan. The enjoyment was short lived however. Festivities with that side of the family always last for very short periods of time. Even though they're all adults - for some reason when one of them leaves, it's like an exodus and they all leave together. Saturday's activities lasted for 90 minutes. Not even. Slightly shorter than 90 minutes. That just seems rude. Like a "Thanks for the grub! See ya!" We barely even visited. But like I said, that's that side of the family for ya!
Padawan and I stayed around for 2 more hours to hang out with my family - listened to my Mom explain how there were only 355 days until the aliens destroyed us all, had ourselves a giggle, etc. Soon, we were back home and feeling lazy! Too lazy to cook even! Padawan wanted to go to P.F. Chang's (our favorite restaurant) but being as it was New Year's AND a Saturday...that wasn't about to happen. So instead, we broke out our lazy-dinner (TGIF's pasta/chicken/broccoli frozen dinner which is surprisingly delicious). Poured ourselves a couple of glasses of wine, popped in Sherlock Holmes #1 (to prepare ourselves for #2) and settled in for a nice, quiet evening. We were in bed by 10:30! Oh we're so wild. That night, in my dreams...
I had a dream that I was moving. I don't know why or anything else behind it, but I was moving and was having a hard time finding a place to stay. At one point, I had checked out a houseboat that some snobby girls (reminiscent of the Kardashians) were living on, so I promptly ruled that out(never mind the fact that I am terrified of boats).Eventually, my friend Rick (I don't have a friend named Rick...)let me rent out a room in his ranch-style house. He showed me to my room - which was a big point of the dream. The room was bubble-gum pink. This frustrated me to no end and I couldn't get over the fact that this room was sooooooo pink. But I had no other choice, since my houseboat plan had fallen through. Yes, I was stuck with the Barbie-pink room. I remember I moved with only a garbage-bag full of belongings but in a "few days" (several seconds later in my dream), a truck arrived to deliver the rest of my belongings - a stainless steel refrigerator and...that's it. A fridge. We had to take out Rick's fridge and place mine in the kitchen. It was a really big fridge too, we had a difficult time getting it in there. And that was my big move.
Now granted, I'm sure I dreamt about moving since I had just recently helped Roxie move but it was still a little strange.
