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Mar. 4th, 2006 08:49 amI dream in horror, apparently. I'd cut it, but I plan on keeping it short. Visiting with a former friend and we're walking to the lake, which isn't really a lake, but it is a body of water you could drown in if you were so inclined. Pond makes it sound too small. Anyway, there's a bridge and we were walking over that and it was covered in feathers. Covered. Creepy and gross and disgusting. Dead ducks and things and it was just as gross as you might think. Moreso. Anyway, after the bridge the group of people I'm with has this idea to hop in the lake. So everyone holds hands and goes to jump, but only three people actually do end up in the lake. All girls, and I realize I'm the only girl who didn't. I'm worried as I need to go home and sleep as I have work later. The girls are still in the lake, and most of the guys don't care if I leave, except for this one dude who keeps trying to get me to buy something. He's freaking me out and I can't get away from him fast enough, so I go back over the feathered hell, fully intending on just running down the street and using the short-cut to get back to my old house, and sweet talking an old neighbor into letting me use their phone to get a ride home.
Thing is, the area where the shortcut is? Pitch black. The lights have been cut. which is freaky enough. But I grab my phone and intend to use it's tiny little light to see through the dark enough to make it through the shortcut. No biggie. Only I realize, entirely too late, that the shortcut has been killed. The house to the left of it expanded and somehow I didn't really notice as I walked into someone else's house. o_O So I'm trying to backtrack, make my way out of the house and somehow end up even further into it than I intended. I'm busted in the garage. The wife is all upset and I'm trying to explain how the hell this could have happened and I'm on the verge of tears when they start talking about calling the police, and all the while I keep thinking I should have gone right. It would have prolonged the time with the freaky dude, but I wouldn't be accused of breaking and entering, dammit. :p
They decide I'm telling the truth and I go to call my parents and the next thing I know, I'm in the back of a minivan with this band and wifey driving. We're nowhere near my house and it only starts to freak me out when we pass these two buildings with names I don't remember, and it hits me that I'm in a vehicle with a bunch of people I don't know and this could be very, very, very bad. I wake up then.
Work was meh. Cass, Matt, & Jessie came to visit. Cass was exceptionally drunk. "I survived two call a cabs!" Does it count as surviving if someone else kind of has to walk you around the store because you're not walking properly at all times? Having never had one, let alone two, I wouldn't know. I spent most of the night in the 'bladder control' section, moving every damn thing around. Seriously, every item in the 12 foot section moved. That's a lot of adult diapers, man. I had to add a shelf and I cut my knuckles and halfway through I was called to the stockroom to help bring down the nine billion cos-wall boxes so Mad Madam H could do the next section of the cosmetics wall reset. These boxes were five and a half feet long. That's taller than the manager. Aannnd she was lowering them down from the top of the stockroom. The shelf up there? She had to climb the highest ladder and then hop off it onto the shelf and walk around, then manage to lower the box down the ladder and into my [hopefully] waiting fingertips. Because it was all too tall for me to just grab them from her, so they'd occasionally slide and yank my elbows out of... something. Not as much fun as you'd think.
*curls up* Tis chilly.
Thing is, the area where the shortcut is? Pitch black. The lights have been cut. which is freaky enough. But I grab my phone and intend to use it's tiny little light to see through the dark enough to make it through the shortcut. No biggie. Only I realize, entirely too late, that the shortcut has been killed. The house to the left of it expanded and somehow I didn't really notice as I walked into someone else's house. o_O So I'm trying to backtrack, make my way out of the house and somehow end up even further into it than I intended. I'm busted in the garage. The wife is all upset and I'm trying to explain how the hell this could have happened and I'm on the verge of tears when they start talking about calling the police, and all the while I keep thinking I should have gone right. It would have prolonged the time with the freaky dude, but I wouldn't be accused of breaking and entering, dammit. :p
They decide I'm telling the truth and I go to call my parents and the next thing I know, I'm in the back of a minivan with this band and wifey driving. We're nowhere near my house and it only starts to freak me out when we pass these two buildings with names I don't remember, and it hits me that I'm in a vehicle with a bunch of people I don't know and this could be very, very, very bad. I wake up then.
Work was meh. Cass, Matt, & Jessie came to visit. Cass was exceptionally drunk. "I survived two call a cabs!" Does it count as surviving if someone else kind of has to walk you around the store because you're not walking properly at all times? Having never had one, let alone two, I wouldn't know. I spent most of the night in the 'bladder control' section, moving every damn thing around. Seriously, every item in the 12 foot section moved. That's a lot of adult diapers, man. I had to add a shelf and I cut my knuckles and halfway through I was called to the stockroom to help bring down the nine billion cos-wall boxes so Mad Madam H could do the next section of the cosmetics wall reset. These boxes were five and a half feet long. That's taller than the manager. Aannnd she was lowering them down from the top of the stockroom. The shelf up there? She had to climb the highest ladder and then hop off it onto the shelf and walk around, then manage to lower the box down the ladder and into my [hopefully] waiting fingertips. Because it was all too tall for me to just grab them from her, so they'd occasionally slide and yank my elbows out of... something. Not as much fun as you'd think.
*curls up* Tis chilly.
