Thursday, February 09, 2006
pandemonium
I had dreams last night about everything going wrong. I don't remember what order they came in, but there were three distinct dreams about different things.
In one dream, I was in Greenville, driving down Greenville Blvd. I was coming into town as though I had driven from Raleigh on 264, and I wanted to cross over Memorial Drive, continuing on Greenville Blvd. However, when I got halfway through the intersection, all of a sudden, it was blocked by what looked like the trailer part of a tractor-trailer. There was nothing written on it. It was just a big, shiny, silver thing blocking the road. I had to turn left. As I drove down Memorial, it began to look more and more like a war zone. There was rubble everywhere, and it was getting harder and harder to drive. At some point, I was no longer in a car, but I was somehow motor-powered and on wheels. It was like my feet had turned into wheels, so I wasn't in a car, but I was still driving myself. I started hearing something that sounded like explosions. The people around me and I were all speculating as to what it could be when we heard an explosion so loud that we felt it. We looked up to see something flying through the air. It turned out to be a man who had been shot out of a canon. It was like some wacked out circus was in town destroying everything. I find it no coincidence that the Ringling Brothers are in town (or are going to be soon...they're advertising everywhere).
Next up...
My roommate is sick, and she's on some medication that makes her drowsy, so she's not supposed to operate heavy machinery. I'm supposed to take her to the doctor today at 1:00. I get off of work at noon, and it takes about 15 minutes for me to get home, so this shouldn't be a problem at all. I had a dream, though, that was like Groundhog Day. It happened over and over again, and every time, I just couldn't for the life of me get home in time to take her to the doctor. I didn't know how the time had passed so quickly or what I had been doing, but I would look at the clock and it would be 1:34 or some other time after her scheduled appointment time, and I still wouldn't be home.
And finally...
The long-awaited, much-anticipated "Fried and Frejudice" party that has been on the minds and hearts of many for the last several months has finally been scheduled and planned. On February 25, the Wesson Oil will flow, the breading will be bountiful, and Colin Firth will woo us all. All day. Not that any men would really want to come, but this will be a girly girly girl-fest not to be reckoned with. The tagline says it all: The only man allowed is the Fry Daddy. Well, I had a dream that all the girls came, but they brought their husbands or boyfriends. And I couldn't get them to leave, so instead of having girl time, we had couple time. The single gals loved it (inject all the sarcasm available in the world into that statement).
Any interpretations? I just love pop psychology.
In one dream, I was in Greenville, driving down Greenville Blvd. I was coming into town as though I had driven from Raleigh on 264, and I wanted to cross over Memorial Drive, continuing on Greenville Blvd. However, when I got halfway through the intersection, all of a sudden, it was blocked by what looked like the trailer part of a tractor-trailer. There was nothing written on it. It was just a big, shiny, silver thing blocking the road. I had to turn left. As I drove down Memorial, it began to look more and more like a war zone. There was rubble everywhere, and it was getting harder and harder to drive. At some point, I was no longer in a car, but I was somehow motor-powered and on wheels. It was like my feet had turned into wheels, so I wasn't in a car, but I was still driving myself. I started hearing something that sounded like explosions. The people around me and I were all speculating as to what it could be when we heard an explosion so loud that we felt it. We looked up to see something flying through the air. It turned out to be a man who had been shot out of a canon. It was like some wacked out circus was in town destroying everything. I find it no coincidence that the Ringling Brothers are in town (or are going to be soon...they're advertising everywhere).
Next up...
My roommate is sick, and she's on some medication that makes her drowsy, so she's not supposed to operate heavy machinery. I'm supposed to take her to the doctor today at 1:00. I get off of work at noon, and it takes about 15 minutes for me to get home, so this shouldn't be a problem at all. I had a dream, though, that was like Groundhog Day. It happened over and over again, and every time, I just couldn't for the life of me get home in time to take her to the doctor. I didn't know how the time had passed so quickly or what I had been doing, but I would look at the clock and it would be 1:34 or some other time after her scheduled appointment time, and I still wouldn't be home.
And finally...
The long-awaited, much-anticipated "Fried and Frejudice" party that has been on the minds and hearts of many for the last several months has finally been scheduled and planned. On February 25, the Wesson Oil will flow, the breading will be bountiful, and Colin Firth will woo us all. All day. Not that any men would really want to come, but this will be a girly girly girl-fest not to be reckoned with. The tagline says it all: The only man allowed is the Fry Daddy. Well, I had a dream that all the girls came, but they brought their husbands or boyfriends. And I couldn't get them to leave, so instead of having girl time, we had couple time. The single gals loved it (inject all the sarcasm available in the world into that statement).
Any interpretations? I just love pop psychology.
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