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Wierd dreams and books
Oct. 23rd, 2007 10:11 pmHave you ever had a dream involving another person so vivid that when you wake up it affects your feelings towards that person? I started to bitch out my husband about not listening to me when I was trying to warn him about the rollercoaster we were on that was about to crash. In the dream he kept insisting that we ride it again and again and I could see that a section of the track was about to break off. I came fully awake just in time from making myself look silly and confusing my husband. Still, I remained annoyed with him over it as I rolled over and went back to sleep. It was so irrational and silly.
Then, I had a dream where I had this debt and the person who I owed this huge sum of money sold my debt to another party. The people who now were in charge of my debt informed me that I had to weekend to pay the full balance or they would have me sent to prison. I tried to bargain and plead with these people but they wouldn't bend. I tried to get them to let me set up a payment system but they wouldn't agree to that. I told them I had only twenty dollars to my name and that I wasn't due to be paid until the day after the deadline that they gave me. The debtors told me that I was SOL and decided to call the police right then. I spent the rest of the dream in panic and terror as I tried to hide from the police.
When I finally woke up, I had been so deep asleep that for a moment, I didn't know where I was. It took a few more moments to realize that it was all just a bad dream and that I didn't have to leap out of bed and hide myself somewhere. I really hate it when that happens to me. There have been times where I've woken up and so expected to be somewhere else that it causes a brief moment of panic. These last few nights, I haven't been sleeping too terribly well.
Today, I overheard a man in his fifties brag about how he hadn't read a book since he was forced to as a kid in school. I think that most if not all of you on my f-list will understand how sad that made me feel. More times than I can count, I've had someone see me reading and ask me what class I had to read that big, thick book for. It makes me sad to see the look on the faces of these people when I tell them that I'm reading the book because I want to not because I have to. At my old job, I would try to read during my lunch breaks and this woman would do her best to distract me from my book because she found reading boring. Needless to say, we didn't get along very well.
And, since this post is random and disjointed anyway, I would also like to mention that I did not appreciate the service desk refunding a customer's money on a pink bathroom rug with suspicious yellow stains on it. I really didn't appreciate them putting the rug in my to be put back out basket instead of the claims basket. I did however, appreciate the anti bacterial hand soap in the employee wash room after I picked up the rug.
Also, my cat Squee is a little idiot but I still love him. There is a cardboard box sitting on the living room floor and he has been having so much fun playing with it that I don't have the heart to take it away. There was some packing tape sticking out from the edge of the box and he kept biting at it and trying to rub his face on it. All of the sudden, we realize that the tape is kinda hairy and Squee has a big bald spot on his chin. Frank took the tape off of the box and Squee STILL tried to rub his face on it. Silly cat.
Then, I had a dream where I had this debt and the person who I owed this huge sum of money sold my debt to another party. The people who now were in charge of my debt informed me that I had to weekend to pay the full balance or they would have me sent to prison. I tried to bargain and plead with these people but they wouldn't bend. I tried to get them to let me set up a payment system but they wouldn't agree to that. I told them I had only twenty dollars to my name and that I wasn't due to be paid until the day after the deadline that they gave me. The debtors told me that I was SOL and decided to call the police right then. I spent the rest of the dream in panic and terror as I tried to hide from the police.
When I finally woke up, I had been so deep asleep that for a moment, I didn't know where I was. It took a few more moments to realize that it was all just a bad dream and that I didn't have to leap out of bed and hide myself somewhere. I really hate it when that happens to me. There have been times where I've woken up and so expected to be somewhere else that it causes a brief moment of panic. These last few nights, I haven't been sleeping too terribly well.
Today, I overheard a man in his fifties brag about how he hadn't read a book since he was forced to as a kid in school. I think that most if not all of you on my f-list will understand how sad that made me feel. More times than I can count, I've had someone see me reading and ask me what class I had to read that big, thick book for. It makes me sad to see the look on the faces of these people when I tell them that I'm reading the book because I want to not because I have to. At my old job, I would try to read during my lunch breaks and this woman would do her best to distract me from my book because she found reading boring. Needless to say, we didn't get along very well.
And, since this post is random and disjointed anyway, I would also like to mention that I did not appreciate the service desk refunding a customer's money on a pink bathroom rug with suspicious yellow stains on it. I really didn't appreciate them putting the rug in my to be put back out basket instead of the claims basket. I did however, appreciate the anti bacterial hand soap in the employee wash room after I picked up the rug.
Also, my cat Squee is a little idiot but I still love him. There is a cardboard box sitting on the living room floor and he has been having so much fun playing with it that I don't have the heart to take it away. There was some packing tape sticking out from the edge of the box and he kept biting at it and trying to rub his face on it. All of the sudden, we realize that the tape is kinda hairy and Squee has a big bald spot on his chin. Frank took the tape off of the box and Squee STILL tried to rub his face on it. Silly cat.
