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May. 28th, 2002 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceSaturday Night Dream:
***The first part is sketchy; I was holding money (bills) in my hand and at one point, split the money and put some in each hand. This made someone mad, as they began to stomp around in front of me.
Later, I was talking with a co-worker. She was telling me (along with others, in seminar form) about a new ass-wiping technique (which I cannot remember). Sometime later, I'm walking down a city street at dusk. Co-worker drives up in a bus with a banner touting (ha!) her technique (something to the effect of "I Told You So!") and she pulled over. I told her that I wanted to work for thetruth.com campaign, but only if I could have medical and dental insurance. She told me they get funding piece by piece, so they couldn't promise anything.
She then told me to go upstairs to the 2nd floor of a near-by building to get more information. The second floor room had four corners, with a door at each of them, including the one I took to get to the room. Inside I saw Papa Smurf and Smurfette at a table, wildly waving their hands. There was a Zippo lighter burning on the table. As I looked at their table, the words "HEAVY LIGHTER!! HEAVY LIGHTER!!" appeared, as if in closed-caption format. From the door to my immediate right emerged Gargamel. I yelled at him and he fled. The door across from me (to the right of the smurf table) opened up and more smurfs came out coughing. I busted a window to let the smoke clear. I opened the final door (fully knowing it wasn't the offices of thetruth) and saw a group of baby smurfs, coughing and passed out. I broke another window and noticed one baby smurf hooked up to some sort of water-breating apparatus. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I was overcome with joy and reached down to kiss the smurf, who had turned into a baby. I woke up feeling warm and cuddly. ***
The rest of the weekend was mostly sane. Played lots of cards (Progressive Rummy) and dice, due to the rain. I helped Marie's grandpa put the boat in the water and haul the van/trailer back to the cottage. We saw a doe and two fawns (with pencil-legs) right in the driveway of the cottage, which was pretty neat. Took some walks and spent time on the dock just listening to nature. Very peaceful and serene. Nothing like feeling the wind through you toes and the sun on the back of your neck to make you forget about life for a while.
Last night was miserable, due to my cold. I could not go more than 20 seconds without coughing. I took my echinacea, Tussin PM and as much water as I could, but to no avail. Eventually, I must have passed out from the exhaustion and woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed, despite not having a tail. I felt better and have been able to take a deep breath without drawing attention to myself. Small victories.
Tonight will be busting out a few phone calls and sending out a few CDs. Probably cleaning the apartment too. In happy news, Marie might be able to have a Big Brother fix my scanner, as he works for a computer store. This could bring vast amounts of joy into my life until it breaks again. Even smaller victories.
I'm going to throw these socks away when I get home. Elastic, may you rest in peace.
***The first part is sketchy; I was holding money (bills) in my hand and at one point, split the money and put some in each hand. This made someone mad, as they began to stomp around in front of me.
Later, I was talking with a co-worker. She was telling me (along with others, in seminar form) about a new ass-wiping technique (which I cannot remember). Sometime later, I'm walking down a city street at dusk. Co-worker drives up in a bus with a banner touting (ha!) her technique (something to the effect of "I Told You So!") and she pulled over. I told her that I wanted to work for thetruth.com campaign, but only if I could have medical and dental insurance. She told me they get funding piece by piece, so they couldn't promise anything.
She then told me to go upstairs to the 2nd floor of a near-by building to get more information. The second floor room had four corners, with a door at each of them, including the one I took to get to the room. Inside I saw Papa Smurf and Smurfette at a table, wildly waving their hands. There was a Zippo lighter burning on the table. As I looked at their table, the words "HEAVY LIGHTER!! HEAVY LIGHTER!!" appeared, as if in closed-caption format. From the door to my immediate right emerged Gargamel. I yelled at him and he fled. The door across from me (to the right of the smurf table) opened up and more smurfs came out coughing. I busted a window to let the smoke clear. I opened the final door (fully knowing it wasn't the offices of thetruth) and saw a group of baby smurfs, coughing and passed out. I broke another window and noticed one baby smurf hooked up to some sort of water-breating apparatus. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I was overcome with joy and reached down to kiss the smurf, who had turned into a baby. I woke up feeling warm and cuddly. ***
The rest of the weekend was mostly sane. Played lots of cards (Progressive Rummy) and dice, due to the rain. I helped Marie's grandpa put the boat in the water and haul the van/trailer back to the cottage. We saw a doe and two fawns (with pencil-legs) right in the driveway of the cottage, which was pretty neat. Took some walks and spent time on the dock just listening to nature. Very peaceful and serene. Nothing like feeling the wind through you toes and the sun on the back of your neck to make you forget about life for a while.
Last night was miserable, due to my cold. I could not go more than 20 seconds without coughing. I took my echinacea, Tussin PM and as much water as I could, but to no avail. Eventually, I must have passed out from the exhaustion and woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed, despite not having a tail. I felt better and have been able to take a deep breath without drawing attention to myself. Small victories.
Tonight will be busting out a few phone calls and sending out a few CDs. Probably cleaning the apartment too. In happy news, Marie might be able to have a Big Brother fix my scanner, as he works for a computer store. This could bring vast amounts of joy into my life until it breaks again. Even smaller victories.
I'm going to throw these socks away when I get home. Elastic, may you rest in peace.
