Why?
Off to work at the library. Shelving books is boring. I will definitely work on my fantasy skills while I’m there…
Morning, everyone. Last night I went out and spent my birthday money, and now I feel a little guilty, because I could have saved it or spent it on useful things like groceries. Anyway, I got a pair of jeans (on sale for $25), which are exactly the same as the jeans I bought a few months ago for $80. Oh, well. I’ll love them to death. I skillfully avoided the tightlegged low-rise ones, which make me look 600lbs.
Then I bought two zippered cotton sweaters (black and wine) and these cute boots, which are really comfy. Quasi-Daughter loves Rocket Dogs, and I’ve been thinking about getting some. They’re really comfy, which is most of what I look for in shoes. I hate shoe shopping, but have just conceded that my old Docs are beyond repair. Sob. I have a new pair, but they occasionally rub painfully at my heels.
o now I’m all set for winter. I think it all came to $170, which isn’t that bad for jeans, two sweaters, and a pair of boots. Right?
Right?
I do. occasionally. SOmetimes they are apartments/houses I have lived in the past, but mostly they are brand-new and only one room seems to be fully furnished.
I used to have a lot more dreams as a teen, and a lot of recurring dreams too. These days I only remember most of my dreams under stress.
Why am I leaving, or why does it feel weird?
I’m leaving because I’m going on disability until February, because I’m on a chemo-like treatment for Hepatitis C and I’ve used up all my sick time.
It feels weird because, other than a 3 week hospital stay, and one two-week vacation, I haven’t NOT worked in 20 years. Four months is a long time!
:: shines a single overhead light on Mika ::
Alright, what were you dreaming on the night of the 13th? Hmm? Talk, damn you!
I’ll talk, I’ll talk!
I have specific dream locations that I return to over and over- my dream Ottawa is just weird, but I instantly recognise it because of the glassed-in gallery and clock tower, and the city which stretches north of Parliment. North of Parliment, in real life, is a big river.
Dolores, prayers and good thoughts headed out. Keep us updated on the process and how you’re feeling.
I had a dream last night that I was getting ready to go visit my parents (which I’m doing this weekend) but I was really late and I didn’t have anything packed and I forgot half of what I needed. Then we weren’t sure how to get to the airport. Basically, a typical anxiety dream. Fun.
The downright weirdest dream I ever had was on codeine. I have refused to take codeine ever since. I hate it.
I did have a dream about two people I loved very much leaving me. But the weirdest thing about that was they had orange paisley suitcases. The most hideous ones I ever saw. To this day I wonder what the f*** I was thinking.
Oh, yes, I do as well. I’ll dream about a place I know but it won’t resemble the real location at all…yet I’ll dream about it over and over again.
taxi, I HATE packing dreams!
I have observed that pain medications will do that. The hefty ones (like codeine) will give you the technicolor over-the-edge ones. Even Advil or Tylenol can turn dreams into high def.
Oh, and the patch for quitting smoking is known for taking you right to bizzaro land. Happened to me when I quit but I usually found the dreams entertaining.
oh no no no - you do NOT make that kind of statement without exposition! Spill, girl!
Heh, nothing that spectacular but it was so REAL. I dreamt I was flying around my room, and my body was glowing orange. Then another version of me flew up from underneath the bed, only that body was glowing blue. Then both of them met up and merged…and there was this huge electric shock all over my body. I woke up when I thumped onto the floor. I’ve never fallen off the bed in my life, people have seen me roll to the edge and without waking up instinctively roll away from the edge.
I got up and toddled off to the bathroom and threw the damn codeine away.
I have very vivid dreams. I feel pain, cold, warmth, and see color. I know they say you can’t, but I do.
The dreams are always in weird places, but while in the dream, are familiar to me. They are from real life, but are somehow…changed. Most of my dreams are of escaping some great catastrophe or grave harm to myself or loved ones. The dreams start out nicely enough, but always turn to themes of escape. Oddly enough, many of them include great amounts of water and include lots of flooding. It’s been this way for years.
Also, when many of my dreams reach fever pitch (i.e, I’m running for my life), I can’t. I feel like I’m covering an inch of ground at a time, and I can’t yell. I know this is common.
I’ve had nice dreams too. Do any of you return to the same dream if you awake for a minute? I do. It’s like a movie that I’ve put on pause.
Hmm, I’ve read the above, and it sounds like all I have are nightmares. That’s not really the case, but the types of dreams described above seem to stay in my memory the longest.
When I was a kid, my dad had surgery on his hand, and was pretty whacked out on morphine while in the hospital. He said he was surrounded by Dr. Suess characters…
I have my weirdest and most vivid dreams when I’ve got insomnia, and am only getting an hour of sleep a night. That hour is damn busy. Who stole the teleporter flying machine with the fuzzy stingrays and George Bush in a box? How come I can time travel? Why am I a guy, and who’s that chick who looks like me and why are we trying to shovel out a grave for squid?
Gah.
I couldn’t get anyone to take my shift tonight, so I’m working, and before that I will definitely do all sorts of chores. Yes.
who’s up for Monday? How long since **pointy haired bear ** started one?
by the way - I call dibs on Mon 10/30 - I’ll have returned from my nephew’s wedding with tales and photos
I think Monday’s already taken, rosie. Is it nava?
Tylox gives me really weird dreams. I wasn’t taking any last night, so I have no excuse for the weird dream. Why was I taking pictures of a minature, and why was the song “Purple People Eater” in my dream? And “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”?
Taters, I dream in color, too. Mr. SCL says he does not. I also return to dreams, but not always where I left off. That is annoying 'cause I feel like I missed something.
Today is litter box day. Oh Joy. Someone horked up on the rug right in front of the door, so that was the first thing I saw this morning. Great way to start the day. I told Mr. SCL yesterday we’re going to have to pull the carpet out of here and put lino down. It’s just too hard to keep the carpet in here looking anything resembling decent and the cats go into hysterics when I vacumn. They’ll not miss the carpet.
Hope everyone has a great day!
chorus is singing a rock and roll medley which includes **Purple People Eater ** and I sing to Smokey to the tune of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
I am resolved to removed the carpets and put down either laminates or vinyl, but I cannot afford it yet - the apartment is still vacant (rtzafrtza) but once it is rented, I can start saving for improvements
Nava is up for Monday’s MMP. Rosie has gracefully (loved the pas de deux!) stepped forward to host on 10/30. Since it seems to be a request, I’ll pirouette forward and volunteer for the week of 10/23. Who knows, I might have an interesting experience in Ioway to report. Or, I could just ramble on as always.
Two people have requested to talk with me privately. I’m hoping they’re gonna tell me how they understand the switch to biweekly payrolls and they’re glad they have time to get their finances in sync with it. I hope, but I know that ain’t gonna happen. :rolleyes: