Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Yeah, I’m gonna need you to move your desk back just a couple of inches…
I had a dream last night that due to rain and poor construction, a large portion of the ceiling in my office caved in. There was disgusting water everywhere and the guy that does all the maintenance was trying to cover the hole with a giant piece of plywood that kept rotting immediately. Meanwhile, my boss’s bosses were mad at me because I was making a fuss about it, and I was pretty much told to put some napkins on my desk where the water was dripping, shut up, and get back to work.
Hee hee hee.
Since my website, I’ve been told, is the third most popular website at work, I’m going to turn off comments on this post lest somebody accidentally say something they may regret later. But I’m sure there are a huge number of people reading this who are going to get the giggles…
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
No more pasta and Star Trek before bed for me!
Hi, this dream makes absolutely no sense. So I had to share it and give you a good chuckle!
Last night I dreamed that KnitterKelly, Sharon, and I, and our respective menfolk, were on some sort of trip through the universe in an elevator that was also a space-and-time ship. Except that mine and Sharon’s husbands were being played by actors. Mine happened to be a cross between… Tim Curry and John Rhys-Davies (sorry, Sharon, I don’t remember who was playing Chris). And we got to this one planet, and everyone was moving veeeerrrryyyy slooooooowwwwly. And they had cats and dogs running around with horrible bright neon green/pink/yellow knitted outfits. We were afraid, and tried to leave, but the closer we got to the elevator, the slower we were moving-- and the elevator was about to depart! We all managed to get in except for Tim/John, who got left behind. We spent another couple of planets trying to find him, and by the time we got back to the weird place, so much time had passed that he had aged about 20 years. He kept trying to get us to eat something, but we weren’t hungry. I picked up a thing that looked like a grapefruit, but it was squishy and sticky. A woman standing next to me told me that it would cure all my ills. For some reason my translator picked up that what she was really saying was that if we ate it, we would all turn into plants, just like everyone there. Then we realized that the reason everyone was moving so slowly was because they were all plants, a la Zhaan on Farscape (only not nearly as hot; in fact, much more squishy and gross). We were all relieved that we hadn’t eaten anything yet and could still escape, although I was sickened to think that Tim/John had been eating this for 20 years and I was concerned that he was already too plant-like to come with us.
I ask you; WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE?!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I’m weird
So I had this dream this morning. I was dreaming I was making another Tubey, this time using a Fibonacci sequence for the stripes. I asked the dog what color I should choose next. “Woof,” she said. I allowed as how that was the same color I just used, and I needed a different color. “Woof,” she said. Once again I told her that I needed a different color, and what was her deal with giving me the same answer over and over again? “Woof,” she said. Then I woke up and realized that the dog was outside in the back yard, barking, right underneath my window. “Woof,” and she would pause. Then again, “woof.”
Well of course it made sense then, that she would be telling me the same color over and over again; it was the only thing she could say. It was mustard, by the way, in case you’re curious.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Signs that work might be getting to me this week
I dreamt that my co-worker told me I had to stop knitting a particular sock because she’d had it tested for chemicals and Vanadium had hit above the groundwater standard.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Even in my dreams, I’m a dork
I had a dream last night that I was flying out of Orlando - without Tim - and my flight was delayed by three days. Rather than call Tim and have him pick me up and bring me home for three days, or call my friends Heath and Laura and stay with them, I decided to get a hotel room at the airport and stay there until my flight was available. WTF?! Did I think I was just going to hang out at the airport and knit for three days?!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Too much yarn, not enough husband
I had a dream last night that Tim kicked me out of the house because I had too much yarn. So I moved into the local yarn store, and the owner let me have my own room in the back!
BWAH! I crack myself up. Even in my sleep.
But this is how I knew it was a dream (besides the whole waking-up thing later); Tim would never kick me out of the house yet keep my pets. Heh.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Jumbled
I had a dream last night that Katherine took a handful of people to McDonalds for lunch-- in Glasgow, because she wanted to get her hair cut by Declan… but she didn’t want to travel that far alone. Declan is a character in my novel, so that was a bit odd. While there, I wanted to look up Karen. But I couldn’t remember where she lived or worked or what her phone number was, so I was hoping I would just see her walking down the street.
All of which means...?
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
The Chinese Obligation
I could pay to have him kept in a kennel until he died (unthinkable!) or I could have him chloroformed (equally unthinkable)-or I could abandon him. That is what it boils down to with a cat: you either carry out the Chinese obligation you have assumed-or you abandon the poor thing, let him go wild, destroy its faith in the eternal rightness.
- Robert Heinlein, Door Into Summer
I’ve been having bad dreams for about the last week or so. In each dream, I’m having to leave behind one of my pets. One dream I could only fit one of my two dogs (which even though I only have one dog, it made perfect sense in the dream why my older dog was still alive) in the car. One dream I could either fit my baggage onto an elevator, or my dog; and she wasn’t on a leash so she kept running off. People kept yelling that the elevator was closing and I’d have to be left behind if I didn’t hurry. Last night I dreamed I was on a train, and was trying to pick up everything I had with me; including my cat who I didn’t have a carrier for. I kept dropping her and she would run and hide as people tried to rush me off the train.
Thus spoke Lorena on 09/14/05 at 08:06 AM in Personal, Dreams, Rants
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Thursday, August 18, 2005
The bus! The bus! The bus is on fire!
No more parmesan encrusted rainbow trout before bed.
Really disjointed dream—we* were outside in the middle of the city watching the Perseids, because you know you can see them so well with all the city lights, and they were really flaring. A big one was coming right at us, movie style. It was huge, and we thought it was going to hit us, when it veered suddenly and landed on the top of a VW bus driving by. We tried to yell at the people in the bus, but they didn’t hear us. They drove past with a burning meteorite on top of their car. Then they drove past again, going in the other direction, and they were all on fire inside the van.
Next thing I knew, we were at a movie theater. I was all disappointed, because I’d been to this theater in another dream, and I knew the place sucked with broken seats and scratchy sound and small screens. We were lined up to get in, and nobody in our group could remember what movie we were there to see. It wasn’t the one everyone else in the huge line was there to see. We kept trying titles. Love, Actually...? Nope. About a Boy...? Nope. Finally we narrowed it down to a British movie with Hugh Grant, and they let us in the theater.
Then I was in bed, looking up at the sky through the window. Instead of the night sky, I saw the Horsehead Nebula. “That explains that really intense meteor shower,” I thought. “The earth is out of orbit. This is going to suck.” And then time on the giant clock near my bed started spinning, and time was speeding by, and everyone around me was aging quickly but I stayed the same.
Then my alarm went off.
I say to you: What The Fuck?!
*I have no idea who “we” were; me and a bunch of people. Hey, it made sense in the dream.
Thus spoke Lorena on 08/18/05 at 07:18 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Wednesday, June 08, 2005
It must be my own private hell*
Second verse; same as the first (but then what does that make this and this?)
The only difference this time was that I wanted to go back to work in the bookstore, because even though it was an evil, it was an evil I knew.
I’m trying to decide what’s going on in my life when I have these dreams, and all I can figure is that it’s when things that are happening around me feel as if they are spiralling out of control. My daytime life is crazy, so my sleeping brain manifests that by designing the one thing that would be just too insane for me to do-- go back to working at bookstores in Retail Hell. I just don’t know if it’s the nighttime brain trying to put the craziness into terms it understands, or if it’s saying “look, it could be so much worse.”
*Amy decided this weekend that my personal Hell would be going to the Magic Kingdom, except that all the other guests would be crabby and you wouldn’t be able to fast-pass anything and all my favorite rides would be broken. That would indeed be Hellish.
Thus spoke Lorena on 06/08/05 at 05:29 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Monday, April 25, 2005
The long sick joke dream
Okay, I’m sure this is really three or four dreams put into one, because I felt like I had this dream All Night Long.
Thus spoke Lorena on 04/25/05 at 05:28 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Enough, already!
I am sick and tired of these “going back to work at the bookstore” dreams. Last night, I even knew it was a dream, sort of. At one point, as I had locked the door for about the third time to keep the customers out until we opened, I thought, this is just like that dream that I keep having and how frustrating is that?!
In this dream, they all wanted magazines. And they didn’t feel that I should be upset about them coming into the store even though we weren’t open yet (and didn’t have any lights on, and didn’t have any registers running) because all they wanted were magazines. It’s not like they wanted to browse!
Ugh. I stayed up way too late last night, and I need more sleep. More sleep where I’m not having annoying dreams.
It’s going to be a long day. I can feel it in my bones.
Thus spoke Lorena on 03/15/05 at 06:54 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Thursday, January 13, 2005
Damn these bookstore dreams
I had another one last night. You know, I’ve talked about them before. The dream where I’ve gone back to work at The Bookstore. None of the employees want to do what I tell them… the books are all haphazard on the shelves… the customers keep coming in before we’ve opened and after we’ve closed because the employees haven’t locked the doors… and I don’t have the codes to get into the office or the stock room.
Augh!
That’s still better than the dream I had the night before last: I had gone to the house of someone I knew in middle school for a party, only the time was now. But because I hadn’t hung out with this person at all in the last 20 years, his mother made me fill out an application to be his friend.
Uhm. Insecure much?
Thus spoke Lorena on 01/13/05 at 08:12 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Wednesday, October 06, 2004
A hard wind
So I had this odd dream last night…
I dreamed we were going to have another hurricane. Only, we lived in a glass house right on the beach. Our porch was littered with small things left over from a party, like plates and cups and the like, and Tim wouldn’t help me clean anything up. He kept saying we had time to clean up before the hurricane, but the hurricane was scheduled to start in an hour. So I was getting mad because it would take almost an hour to clean up, and that wouldn’t leave me any time to board up all the windows. Meanwhile, people kept surfing past the house on the big waves. Then our new friends Jag and Antony showed up to help me clean off the porch. But every time someone would open the door, a cat would run out and we’d spend more time herding the cat than cleaning up.
So.... what I’m getting from this is that I think my house is a wreck, and I spend too much time doing stupidly impossible things than I do cleaning it...?
Thus spoke Lorena on 10/06/04 at 05:57 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Insecurity dream?
I had this weird dream while we were on vacation…
In the dream, we weren’t on vacation. We were home. I went to work just like any other day, and promptly got fired. Why? Did I lie? Cheat? Steal? Cybersex with someone else’s husband? Why, no! I just hadn’t brushed my hair, and was depressed and spent the whole day crying.
The office manager didn’t think that represented a good face for the company, so they fired me.
I tried to make him feel guilty by saying that I really didn’t mind, because the sudden lack of work would make it easier for me to recover from the breast cancer surgery I had scheduled the next day (I do not have breast cancer, but guess I did during the dream). Then I told him that the joke was on them, because since I had my health insurance through my husband *who still worked there* they would be paying for my health care regardless of whether they fired me or not.
They still fired me.
What do you think that means?
Thus spoke Lorena on 09/15/04 at 05:23 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Friday, July 16, 2004
Another bookstore dream
I?m so tired of these
I had another bookstore dream last night. I was back working in a bookstore I used to work (we won?t name names, but we used to call it ?Barnum & Bailey?s?). All the subjects have moved around, nobody has given me the door code for the office, and I don?t have a login so I can?t use the computer or the registers. Yet, I?m managing. Customers are mad that I don?t know where anything is, and every time I put somebody on hold on the phone, they hang up on me. Our other manager (in this dream) is a cross between Joe and another guy who used to work there, Mike. In my dream, it?s Joe?s attitude and I call him ?Joe? but he looks like Mike. He?s mad at me, because it?s 7 o?clock at night and I?ve been there since 7:30 in the morning, but he thinks my shift doesn?t end until 8:15. Every day. As he gets ready to leave, I get mad at him because he got there after me and I don?t think that it?s fair he leaves before I do. When it gets to 8:15 I can leave, and as I go out the door, I tell Joe/Mike that he?s got to find someone else to replace me again, that I only came back because the person he hired to replace me didn?t work out; that I need to get back to writing but working 13-hour days isn?t leaving me much room to do that. When I go out to my car, which sort of looks like the car I have now, only it?s not as long (but it?s still a 4-door, so it looks really strange), as I get into it I?m crying and telling myself I can?t continue to work this hard.
WTF, people?!
Thus spoke Lorena on 07/16/04 at 07:48 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Limerock roads and missing pets
Time for more dream interpretation!
So last night I had this weird dream. I know; when don?t I have a weird dream?!
Thus spoke Lorena on 06/02/04 at 08:26 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
I have the weirdest dreams
I mean, they?re great, but they?re? weird.
Okay, try to piece this one together.
Thus spoke Lorena on 03/17/04 at 04:21 PM in Personal, Dreams
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Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Dreaming of computers and Jacuzzis
Two things I can?t get enough of
Just real briefly here; I had this dream last night that Data Angel and I were lounging about in the Jacuzzi at the old house my grandparents lived in, in Merritt Island. We were waiting for email from Jane telling us when she was going to arrive. Then we were pretty much going to take over the world, ruling from the Jacuzzi while pretty boys brought us drinks.
Thus spoke Lorena on 02/03/04 at 10:13 AM in Personal, Dreams
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Friday, January 09, 2004
Dream a little dream
This is really from a few weeks ago
In this dream, I was at work. My coworker and friend Diane was in the room with me, and we were packing things up because we were moving. We were hiding books beneath stuff in the boxes, books that were personal objects that we wanted (against work policy) to take with us when we moved.
Someone else who we work with (a known busybody) came into our office and started to look through our boxes to see what we were packing. We got very nervous because we had hidden [ the contraband ] books underneath the official items being packed, and we were afraid he would find out and tell everyone. Fortunately he stopped before he found any of our books.
But wait! There?s more!
Thus spoke Lorena on 01/09/04 at 10:29 AM in Personal, Dreams
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