Something on Dreams
April 16th 2009 23:58
This week, my dreams have been particularly vivid.
Im not sure why. But I do know when I put my brand new egyptian cotton sheets on the bed - my chrissie present from Momma J - I slept ten times better. I cant explain it. Egyptian cotton is like satin and flanelette at the same time, and this is the first time Ive ever felt it.
Not much work on this week. At induction, they told us we'd be lucky to get 8 hours a week while training. Our managers have to work us out financially until we get to our new store, so I was utterly astounded to get over 20 hours my first week - one of those being a ten hour shift. Short shift Monday, Short shift yesterday, and now Im in a vacuum. The boss was off - Im not on a roster, so I just wait for a call. Its all I can do. And Ive got to save, and pray for my Rudd money, this goddamn nuero next week is going to cost me $250.
Not to mention, horses need feet done and worming, I cant keep working Zayfe until he has his feet done, cats need flea treatments and I still need to register my last 3. It seems, I have found a slight rut.
But back to the bed. I feel tired this week - no motivation to work out and clean binks room and other stuff. Monthlies do that to me, but thanks to the Pill, no endometriosis pain. Thank all for that. It helps.
Night before last I woke up with Charlie on my lips. Charlie Crews, as in Life. Yes, I watched it before I went to bed, but it was so VIVID. I think I was his girlfriend. We went after the bad guys together.
Last night, I met Brad and Angelina.
They were so THERE. You know how when you see people in real life that you are used to seeing on TV they look different? Because you arent used to seeing them close up? It was like that. I was on a holiday...My room was up high, like a treehouse or something, all in white, lots of glass, lots of light. Kman and I were packing, getting ready to go home. Mum was there and was asking inane questions. As usual.
All the people holidaying there gather for Mass. Why? Jeez, I cant explain it, but the church is massiv - all wood. High curved cielings, windows high up. Not light like the rooms were, and not papered over with saint pictures like my old church was. We have mass, every pew is full to the brim.
And thats when I realize Brad and Ange are there. They are walking around in the first few pews talking to people. I think, 'well, they wont come up here and talk to me. It's enough to just see them' and start grinning like a fool because Im in the near company of two of my most loved people. For some reason, Im not sitting with Kman - he's sitting with mum, across the aisle and down a few pews to the right and in front of me. He turns and grins at me.
People dont start to roar - they dont mob the famous couple. We all sit quietly and politely and wait for our turn. And thats when I realize, they ARE making an effort to talk to everyone. They have made it to my pew and are moving towards me from the right.
Then I notice Angelina's sitting right in front of me. She's wearing a greyish silver blouse, you know how her clothes look - all expensive and thick and lovely, its like woven, or something, partially long sleeved, swept about her shoulders and falling around her long arms. She's smiling and she looks so beautiful, turned around to face us in the back with her arm along the back of the pew. Brad saunters up, and they talk to the kid next to me, but he screws up. He cant force out words. I know how he's feeling, cos when I saw Ange in front of me, I started sweating and shaking and had to start breathing real fast so I could prevent myself from screaming. Poor kid is tripping over his tongue so bad and its only making him more embarassed. Brad and Ange are flattered, but need to move on. I clap the kid on the shoulder and say, "you're right mate, its all good, just chill, eh?" and he nods and stutters out a question for them to answer.
Then its me. Im in a complete sense of unreality as these two beautiful people focus their attention completely on me. Both their eyes, zeroing in. Both smiling lightly, and politely. Im so heavy, in this moment, Im like a magnet. I know, they dont care, anything, about what Ive got to say. They are just, 'Being Nice' and they arent going to remember any single one of us. I want to say something magnetic, I want to make them remember me, show them that I can at least scratch the surface of their lives when they've meant so much to mine. But Im so afraid that my tongue will stick like kid-next-to-me, or if it doesnt, that I'll scream obscenities like a crazed fan. Ive got to do this right....But suddenly, theres nothing to say. Its enough to be in their presence. To have their attention for this lovely 5 or so seconds. But thats not enough. I have to say something, I cant waste this.
I look up, purposefully, and use my powerful green gaze to adress them with my eye contact individually. Then, my deepest and most resonant voice - "Hi guys...Im not sure if anyone has bothered to say this, but I'd just like to say, thank you so much for coming," At that, a flash of surprise goes over both their faces, and I win genuine smiles. Perhaps no one has said it? "Because Im really, so very excited to meet you both," Still trying to maintain their celebrity eye contact, at that my voice goes in to overdrive - Im an excited teenager. Ive gone into the world of blabbing, "And WOW, Brad, you look heaps like my eldest brother and I never realized!" I turn to Ange, right in front of me, "Ive loved everything you've done, Ive admired you so much and in so many ways. ......"
I know my voice was high with excitement, throwing words out at a speed only Ive ever been able to manage. I cant remember how the dream actually ended. The church is pretty clear - Brad and Ange in the main aisle, lit by sunbeams.....
Im not sure why. But I do know when I put my brand new egyptian cotton sheets on the bed - my chrissie present from Momma J - I slept ten times better. I cant explain it. Egyptian cotton is like satin and flanelette at the same time, and this is the first time Ive ever felt it.
Not much work on this week. At induction, they told us we'd be lucky to get 8 hours a week while training. Our managers have to work us out financially until we get to our new store, so I was utterly astounded to get over 20 hours my first week - one of those being a ten hour shift. Short shift Monday, Short shift yesterday, and now Im in a vacuum. The boss was off - Im not on a roster, so I just wait for a call. Its all I can do. And Ive got to save, and pray for my Rudd money, this goddamn nuero next week is going to cost me $250.
Not to mention, horses need feet done and worming, I cant keep working Zayfe until he has his feet done, cats need flea treatments and I still need to register my last 3. It seems, I have found a slight rut.
But back to the bed. I feel tired this week - no motivation to work out and clean binks room and other stuff. Monthlies do that to me, but thanks to the Pill, no endometriosis pain. Thank all for that. It helps.
Night before last I woke up with Charlie on my lips. Charlie Crews, as in Life. Yes, I watched it before I went to bed, but it was so VIVID. I think I was his girlfriend. We went after the bad guys together.
Last night, I met Brad and Angelina.
They were so THERE. You know how when you see people in real life that you are used to seeing on TV they look different? Because you arent used to seeing them close up? It was like that. I was on a holiday...My room was up high, like a treehouse or something, all in white, lots of glass, lots of light. Kman and I were packing, getting ready to go home. Mum was there and was asking inane questions. As usual.
All the people holidaying there gather for Mass. Why? Jeez, I cant explain it, but the church is massiv - all wood. High curved cielings, windows high up. Not light like the rooms were, and not papered over with saint pictures like my old church was. We have mass, every pew is full to the brim.
And thats when I realize Brad and Ange are there. They are walking around in the first few pews talking to people. I think, 'well, they wont come up here and talk to me. It's enough to just see them' and start grinning like a fool because Im in the near company of two of my most loved people. For some reason, Im not sitting with Kman - he's sitting with mum, across the aisle and down a few pews to the right and in front of me. He turns and grins at me.
People dont start to roar - they dont mob the famous couple. We all sit quietly and politely and wait for our turn. And thats when I realize, they ARE making an effort to talk to everyone. They have made it to my pew and are moving towards me from the right.
Then I notice Angelina's sitting right in front of me. She's wearing a greyish silver blouse, you know how her clothes look - all expensive and thick and lovely, its like woven, or something, partially long sleeved, swept about her shoulders and falling around her long arms. She's smiling and she looks so beautiful, turned around to face us in the back with her arm along the back of the pew. Brad saunters up, and they talk to the kid next to me, but he screws up. He cant force out words. I know how he's feeling, cos when I saw Ange in front of me, I started sweating and shaking and had to start breathing real fast so I could prevent myself from screaming. Poor kid is tripping over his tongue so bad and its only making him more embarassed. Brad and Ange are flattered, but need to move on. I clap the kid on the shoulder and say, "you're right mate, its all good, just chill, eh?" and he nods and stutters out a question for them to answer.
Then its me. Im in a complete sense of unreality as these two beautiful people focus their attention completely on me. Both their eyes, zeroing in. Both smiling lightly, and politely. Im so heavy, in this moment, Im like a magnet. I know, they dont care, anything, about what Ive got to say. They are just, 'Being Nice' and they arent going to remember any single one of us. I want to say something magnetic, I want to make them remember me, show them that I can at least scratch the surface of their lives when they've meant so much to mine. But Im so afraid that my tongue will stick like kid-next-to-me, or if it doesnt, that I'll scream obscenities like a crazed fan. Ive got to do this right....But suddenly, theres nothing to say. Its enough to be in their presence. To have their attention for this lovely 5 or so seconds. But thats not enough. I have to say something, I cant waste this.
I look up, purposefully, and use my powerful green gaze to adress them with my eye contact individually. Then, my deepest and most resonant voice - "Hi guys...Im not sure if anyone has bothered to say this, but I'd just like to say, thank you so much for coming," At that, a flash of surprise goes over both their faces, and I win genuine smiles. Perhaps no one has said it? "Because Im really, so very excited to meet you both," Still trying to maintain their celebrity eye contact, at that my voice goes in to overdrive - Im an excited teenager. Ive gone into the world of blabbing, "And WOW, Brad, you look heaps like my eldest brother and I never realized!" I turn to Ange, right in front of me, "Ive loved everything you've done, Ive admired you so much and in so many ways. ......"
I know my voice was high with excitement, throwing words out at a speed only Ive ever been able to manage. I cant remember how the dream actually ended. The church is pretty clear - Brad and Ange in the main aisle, lit by sunbeams.....
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Comment by Nevar
Is Why
This post has a very earthy undertone that I like Kleo.
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
Sorry to hear its rutsville again here and there. . its funny like that, shame you can*t be teaching that young kid about horses during the down time on the work front, I guess it didn*t work out that way, huh?
Interesting dream. I have met Brad a couple times, never the missus. not that I was up to no good with the hubby, we just like to take dangerous missions together to chase down bad guys who want to rule the world, is all. Brad is one of my favourite colleagues for this work.
Wow, my daughter just cooked and bought me pancakces and ice cream, that*ll be another 5 minutes to todays workout session, bugger. You*re probably one of these people who can eat anything and never put weight on, right?
I had an interesting dream last night, another kissing one, so I did up a post about it on the *herals* if you are curious about kissing dreams. . I found some good info and I just know you*ll challenge me to find something I haven*t got on there, so I look forward to your visit, whenever you get a chance.
Hope some work comes soonk, will put up a request for something interesting for you that pays rather well, okay?
Hugs,
Lilla ..
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Its a temporary rut. At least I know that. But I have so many tiny, bullshit yet essential things to pay for, I just want the Rudd money so I cant get it all out of the way. Its like clutter.
Big fat expensive neuro is today....$250. Lets hope he only needs one visit to give me some medication. That would make me feel a lot better.
Chikki across the road is enjoying her school holidays. She's only young and we have an 'excursion' to CDI planned in a few weeks. The olympic selection event, good fun.
Dont be so sure! Im naturally fat, used to weigh about 95kgs. Since I chopped off 25 of those back in 2004 its easier, but if I dont make a concious effort to be active and workout, it comes back so fast. Should have seen it when I broke my toe and couldnt do ANYTHING. I suppose, knowing what a fine line Im walking, it forces me to be constantly aware of my body. And that helps.
Enjoy the pancakes. And the resulting stretches!
I'll pop over. Ive been kissing Charlie a lot in my dreams. How lovely of you to meet Brad. I feel like I know Ange somehow, but this is the first time I ever dreamt of her.
Night before last I had a horrible, restless night - I was chasing my Binky all night. Human civilization had ended, was moving in a big people train. All I wanted was to go my own way, but Binky bird was following the train and I was following her. Woke up haggard.