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So last night, I had several dreams, but only one really stood out to me. I'd say that it was my dream girl in it, but there was something about this girl that I just knew meant it wasn't her.* (I even started typing this post up to say it was her, and realized that I'd be wrong if I did. Odd.) So, the dream...
...I was coming from my house (the house I grew up in, that I could tell, though I don't recall seeing it in my dream) on my way to my mother's house, which was down Frayser Blvd towards the Northgate/Highway 51 area. I had a car, but I seem to remember something happening to it (I think it was stolen). So, I found myself passing Watkins on foot. Those who live in Memphis -- and have been in Frayser -- know that heading west on Frayser Blvd, past Watkins the road narrows and it becomes a residential area again (it's commercial for most of its length).
In my dream, I seem to remember a house there. The road stopped there, and there was this big house, with a big tree in the yard (but right against the side of the house). There was a big, vicious dog in the yard (Rottweiler -- and before people flood my post with comments about how they're not, *I* am freakin' scared of 'em, okay?). I slipped past it, and went to a double window (think regular window side-by-side with another regular window -- something you don't really see but in old houses, I think). Anyway, there was an air conditioner in one of the windows, so I went to the other, only the window was up high, so I had to pull myself up to it.
I was doing this because this was where my mom lived (though why I'd think this was how to get her attention is beyond me), but when I'd pulled myself up, she wasn't in her room (which looked like the room she used to live in at our old house -- the one I moved into when she moved to San Diego back in '89), and I knew right away that she'd left to go to my house to pick me up.
Next, I found myself inside the room, and this girl I was talking about at the beginning of the post was there. Behind her, on the wall, was a blackboard. I cannot remember what was on it, if anything. I just remmeber sitting in a chair, and beckoning her over. She turned, saw me, and ran over and sat down in my lap. Nothing was said yet, and I noticed that she was sitting on her long blonde hair. I lifted her up to help her not sit on her hair, and that's when my alarm went off.
I don't know what it meant, or if it meant anything, but I felt that ache that I feel whenever I wake up from a really good dream, and realize that it was just a dream (this usually happens with the dream girl). The only thing that mitigated it was that I didn't feel that ache for very long. Normally, I'd take that mood with me to work, and have it for a while.
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So, work was work today. I went in at 4am, and had to check until 6am. It wasn't horribly bad, though I really don't like doing it. It's throwing my sleep schedule off something fierce (I'm tired -- as in bedtime tired -- right now, at 430pm in the afternoon), but I got to put a dent in my most recent reread of Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire. (I decided to reread them in order after finishing book 7. You'd be amazed what you learn doing that. Something happens in book 3 that has repurcussions in book 7, for example.) When my CSM came in at 10am, I learned that I am the CSM next week.
It's more pay, yeah, but she wasn't planning on going, AND the co-manager's going next week too, so it'll be the Manager, an M-I-C, and me, as far as the Front End is concerned. Not something that I'm really looking forward to, especially given how today just seemed to be a day where people were TRYING to piss me off (but that's another rant entirely).
I survived, though, and came home. I grabbed a six pack of Blue Moon Summer Aleand some frozen pizzas and came home. Once here, I cooked a pizza and drank a beer while watching the first two episodes of Season 3 of Lost (which ABC has back up on their website). The ale was excellent, almost refreshing. The show was good, and managed to drag me back into the story. Pizza's pizza, and there's nothing more to say about it. :)
Now, I'm going to lay down (oyasumi nasai!?), and read some GoF until I fall asleep. Well, I may do one more post first..
* - In case you're wondering, the gist is that whenever I dream about a girl I get close to, she's always the same. She may not necessarily LOOK the same, but I *know* she's the same. I've dreamed her off and on for about 13 years or so, yet I've never met anyone like her in real life.
...I was coming from my house (the house I grew up in, that I could tell, though I don't recall seeing it in my dream) on my way to my mother's house, which was down Frayser Blvd towards the Northgate/Highway 51 area. I had a car, but I seem to remember something happening to it (I think it was stolen). So, I found myself passing Watkins on foot. Those who live in Memphis -- and have been in Frayser -- know that heading west on Frayser Blvd, past Watkins the road narrows and it becomes a residential area again (it's commercial for most of its length).
In my dream, I seem to remember a house there. The road stopped there, and there was this big house, with a big tree in the yard (but right against the side of the house). There was a big, vicious dog in the yard (Rottweiler -- and before people flood my post with comments about how they're not, *I* am freakin' scared of 'em, okay?). I slipped past it, and went to a double window (think regular window side-by-side with another regular window -- something you don't really see but in old houses, I think). Anyway, there was an air conditioner in one of the windows, so I went to the other, only the window was up high, so I had to pull myself up to it.
I was doing this because this was where my mom lived (though why I'd think this was how to get her attention is beyond me), but when I'd pulled myself up, she wasn't in her room (which looked like the room she used to live in at our old house -- the one I moved into when she moved to San Diego back in '89), and I knew right away that she'd left to go to my house to pick me up.
Next, I found myself inside the room, and this girl I was talking about at the beginning of the post was there. Behind her, on the wall, was a blackboard. I cannot remember what was on it, if anything. I just remmeber sitting in a chair, and beckoning her over. She turned, saw me, and ran over and sat down in my lap. Nothing was said yet, and I noticed that she was sitting on her long blonde hair. I lifted her up to help her not sit on her hair, and that's when my alarm went off.
I don't know what it meant, or if it meant anything, but I felt that ache that I feel whenever I wake up from a really good dream, and realize that it was just a dream (this usually happens with the dream girl). The only thing that mitigated it was that I didn't feel that ache for very long. Normally, I'd take that mood with me to work, and have it for a while.
-=-
So, work was work today. I went in at 4am, and had to check until 6am. It wasn't horribly bad, though I really don't like doing it. It's throwing my sleep schedule off something fierce (I'm tired -- as in bedtime tired -- right now, at 430pm in the afternoon), but I got to put a dent in my most recent reread of Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire. (I decided to reread them in order after finishing book 7. You'd be amazed what you learn doing that. Something happens in book 3 that has repurcussions in book 7, for example.) When my CSM came in at 10am, I learned that I am the CSM next week.
It's more pay, yeah, but she wasn't planning on going, AND the co-manager's going next week too, so it'll be the Manager, an M-I-C, and me, as far as the Front End is concerned. Not something that I'm really looking forward to, especially given how today just seemed to be a day where people were TRYING to piss me off (but that's another rant entirely).
I survived, though, and came home. I grabbed a six pack of Blue Moon Summer Aleand some frozen pizzas and came home. Once here, I cooked a pizza and drank a beer while watching the first two episodes of Season 3 of Lost (which ABC has back up on their website). The ale was excellent, almost refreshing. The show was good, and managed to drag me back into the story. Pizza's pizza, and there's nothing more to say about it. :)
Now, I'm going to lay down (oyasumi nasai!?), and read some GoF until I fall asleep. Well, I may do one more post first..
* - In case you're wondering, the gist is that whenever I dream about a girl I get close to, she's always the same. She may not necessarily LOOK the same, but I *know* she's the same. I've dreamed her off and on for about 13 years or so, yet I've never met anyone like her in real life.
