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Quote of the day!:
The nose tells you very little, other than if they have a big coke problem.
If you ponder wherefrom, the March issue of Blender. Last page, Who Does James Blunt Think He Is. Go forth and find and laugh. Or something.
Today's mail call was disappointing. Nothing for me. Not even a dead snake. Well, there was a dead snake in the driveway, but I wouldn't really classify that as 'for me', which is good since I loathe snakes.
This brings me to last night's disturbing trio of dreams.
Dream 1 in which there are children and guns.
Okay, actually the whole children and guns thing kind of gave it all away. I don't remember a damn thing leading up to it now, other than it was a bit like being stuck in a horror movie where you know full well, "do not open that door!" but you do anyway and then you're not so lucky as to live to regret it. I do remember a kid pointing a gun in my general direction and being ever so glad when I willed myself awake. Which does not happen all that often, I might add. *twitch*
Dream 2, in which there is a tornado.
I fear zee tornado. Which is why it's frequently in my nightmares, I imagine. Anyway, in the old garage and it hits [yeaaaaah] and suddenly cars and stuff are falling through the roof and landing perfectly. Scary. Sort of like the storm is just a staple gun shooting in a straight line. Very weird. Not as scary as kids with guns or snakes.
Dream 3, in which reality rides shotgun.
The most realistic dream. For some reason I'm hanging out with Cass and some relative of hers, and we've decided to go to the beach. Only I need to stop at home and grab my swimsuit. Home, for some reason, is where Ari lives, and we go over to snag said suit. Thing is, I know I don't live there in the dream, but that's where the suit is. In the dream, ari has a few pet snakes. Dream Cass informs me, as we're waiting outside for ari, that one of the pets bit ari yesterday. Phobia begins to wake, and then ari appears and we talk for a minute before I remember the suit is needed. I ask if she'll run in with me to get it, considering the icky-poo snakes. She says no, she's late, and starts to walk off. I explain the problem and again she blows me off. I'm ticked [because using dream knowledge, I know full well she owes me a favor, is not late, and also is just being a bitch] and I throw a sneaker in her general direction. It comes nowhere near her and was never in any danger of hitting her, and I feel bad immediately, but Cass climbs in the car and ari just stalks past said shoe and into her car. Cass and her relative give me this, "bitch is crazy!" look and half heartedly ask if I'm coming with them. Obviously they don't want me to go with and they drive off fairly fast. Ari is long gone and no one friggin' realizes I have to walk home now. Oi. So I'm walking home, pissed off beyond belief and about to text message cass [on a phone much cooler than my real one, I might add] an appology and beg for a ride home and to bitch about her sister and how this I will not forgive, since she knows how I feel about snakes... when the alarm goes off.
And I spend the next two hours irrationally pissed off at someone for what they did in a dream. :p
Now, if you'll excuse me, I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin. In a bad sort of way.
The nose tells you very little, other than if they have a big coke problem.
If you ponder wherefrom, the March issue of Blender. Last page, Who Does James Blunt Think He Is. Go forth and find and laugh. Or something.
Today's mail call was disappointing. Nothing for me. Not even a dead snake. Well, there was a dead snake in the driveway, but I wouldn't really classify that as 'for me', which is good since I loathe snakes.
This brings me to last night's disturbing trio of dreams.
Dream 1 in which there are children and guns.
Okay, actually the whole children and guns thing kind of gave it all away. I don't remember a damn thing leading up to it now, other than it was a bit like being stuck in a horror movie where you know full well, "do not open that door!" but you do anyway and then you're not so lucky as to live to regret it. I do remember a kid pointing a gun in my general direction and being ever so glad when I willed myself awake. Which does not happen all that often, I might add. *twitch*
Dream 2, in which there is a tornado.
I fear zee tornado. Which is why it's frequently in my nightmares, I imagine. Anyway, in the old garage and it hits [yeaaaaah] and suddenly cars and stuff are falling through the roof and landing perfectly. Scary. Sort of like the storm is just a staple gun shooting in a straight line. Very weird. Not as scary as kids with guns or snakes.
Dream 3, in which reality rides shotgun.
The most realistic dream. For some reason I'm hanging out with Cass and some relative of hers, and we've decided to go to the beach. Only I need to stop at home and grab my swimsuit. Home, for some reason, is where Ari lives, and we go over to snag said suit. Thing is, I know I don't live there in the dream, but that's where the suit is. In the dream, ari has a few pet snakes. Dream Cass informs me, as we're waiting outside for ari, that one of the pets bit ari yesterday. Phobia begins to wake, and then ari appears and we talk for a minute before I remember the suit is needed. I ask if she'll run in with me to get it, considering the icky-poo snakes. She says no, she's late, and starts to walk off. I explain the problem and again she blows me off. I'm ticked [because using dream knowledge, I know full well she owes me a favor, is not late, and also is just being a bitch] and I throw a sneaker in her general direction. It comes nowhere near her and was never in any danger of hitting her, and I feel bad immediately, but Cass climbs in the car and ari just stalks past said shoe and into her car. Cass and her relative give me this, "bitch is crazy!" look and half heartedly ask if I'm coming with them. Obviously they don't want me to go with and they drive off fairly fast. Ari is long gone and no one friggin' realizes I have to walk home now. Oi. So I'm walking home, pissed off beyond belief and about to text message cass [on a phone much cooler than my real one, I might add] an appology and beg for a ride home and to bitch about her sister and how this I will not forgive, since she knows how I feel about snakes... when the alarm goes off.
And I spend the next two hours irrationally pissed off at someone for what they did in a dream. :p
Now, if you'll excuse me, I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin. In a bad sort of way.
