Laughter and Tears

I was in a bar. Some restaurant/bar combo like Chili’s. I was meeting Lora Mae there for drinks and karaoke. I was standing at the bar waiting to order a drink. Lora Mae was at the table around the corner. Then Jude Law came by with his friend. I knew his friend, but he was infinitely more attractive than usual, but still not my type. He called out a drink order to the bartender, a shot of something, a beer, and a drink for the bartender. I was standing right in front of him, but he pretended not to notice me, and kept on walking. I couldn’t stop staring, and watched him until he was out of sight. I was crushed that he wouldn’t acknowledge me.

A couple of friends from grad school were interviewing for my company in the break room. I was sitting in on the interviews. One went through the interview, even though he just got through telling me how great his life was in NYC. He was teaching three days a week, and he had time to act. They offered him the job, and he looked at the number and laughed, because he had thought the pay was much higher. It seems like another grad student went through the exact same process as well. Interview, offer (they showed it on a calculator like a car dealership) and then laughter and they left.

Nothing to report

My week has become work too late, get to bed too late, and get out of bed too late. I'm in such a hurry to run out the door, I don't have time to commit my dreams to memory. I may have to give up on the dream blog . . .

Dream Potpourri

I haven't been wanting to post dreams in the last few days. I had one that really pissed me off. I've since forgotten the offending dream, but I do remember who the star was.

Here's a mixture of dreams from this weekend:

Gambling at the state fair with my older sister. She was hitting big on penny machines, I went to join her, but people crowded me out

Planning a partner swap with two other couples; I was a single. I didn't mind. I spoke to parts of the couples who were sitting with me, and they were agreeable, they went to speak to their spouses. I changed into some really sexy panties and went to the pool to await the outcome. I didn't wear a top, and then realized that other people were in the pool. I wasn't too concerned, I figured they would never know. Then Will Smith (swear to God) came over and hugged me, because we were friends, and was surprised, but once I explained the situation understood. I told him I had written out what I wanted to do, and apparently someone's wife was having trouble with the fact that I wanted to lick butter off the back of her knees (IRL: eww, butter)

The HK was supposed to be at work, I saw him rushing around and trying to get ready in a hurry. I asked him if he was late for work, he told me no, and then stopped for a second to tell me he had an appointment with a divorce atty, and I was not expecting it, but not entirely shocked. Some people came over to help me out, he had taken all the money.

An Assortment

Yesterday:

I know I had two dreams, I know one was boring, and did not interest me. The second dream was that I had a young man (not anyone I know) and he was going to be my living toy. He was waiting patiently for me to dominate him, he had brought red restraints. Unfortunately, I either didn’t get to that part, or don’t remember.

Today:

I was teaching English Comp, and it was a big class in a weird, high ceiling room. The class was going well, and then I was told that Sarah Palin was going to come in and teach the class. She was a guest speaker. I sat down in the classroom and rolled my eyes and generally made fun of her, making the students around me laugh. Then I heard a rumor that she was taking my job full time. Meanwhile, she wasn’t teaching English at all, she was giving political stump speeches.

I had another dream later in the morning, it had to do with a terrorist attach (I blame Chutah for telling me about her dream last night). I worked in an airport, and there had been a terrorist attack, and the people that worked there were memorializing it, and they had a wooden bridge with no rails over a stream or something. It seemed important.

Boring

I've had dreams boring enough that I don't care to remember. It seems Sunday's dream was about driving a P.O.S. car and needing to have it fixed. I was working with someone to see if we could make it work. I've got enough of that mundane stuff in my waking life.

Last night I can't remember, but I have that same feeling. Can't remember, don't care too. I'll try to remember and write it down later, even if I'm just folding laundry in my sleep.

Science Sleepaway Camp

I was a scientist in a far away place, with water, and it seems it was cold. I knew the information that the other scientists needed in order to complete the study, I was the key somehow. I was so depressed I couldn't deal with it. I was just sitting around, not doing what I was supposed to be doing, not caring, despite the fact that they needed my help. A man showed up, he was an old friend in the dream, and he picked me up off the ground where I was sitting all curled up, and he told me we were going back to his room, he was going to help me. He started walking, me behind him, and my arms over his shoulders. My sister came in behind and walked with us, and I felt instantly comforted and loved. We went to his room, it had many beds. It had a three or four level waterbed, the top most being so tiny, only a small baby would have fit, three or four bunk beds and full beds. I was looking forward to going to bed with him. My sister had chosen a bed in another room. He kissed me and held me, and I felt really good about it. I was anticipating more. He left the room, and while he was gone, my kids came in, and they needed a place to sleep, and then the other scientists came in, and went to their own beds. The place was full to the rafters, and my plans for the evening were ruined, but I was still hopeful. The housekeeper came in, and the plans were no more. The scientists started to question me on something about evolutionary biology, and I answered the question, but let everyone know that HK had taught me about it. He was instantly surrounded by science guys who wanted to talk to him. Next thing I remember, we were in the same room, lounging after a wedding, all in formal wear, and some kid asked HK if he was a movie star. I looked at him, and he had the chin length sandy blond hair that some starts have now, and was looking elegant in formal wear. I was in formal wear as well, and I looked beautiful, but he was outdoing me. The only other thing I remember is trying to sit on the floor and not ruin my pale pink dress.

Hit and Run

The funny thing is, I had two in my mind when I woke up this morning. I told the oldest, who bounced in to wake me up this morning, starting with the most recent dream, and now that dream is completely gone. Hopefully it was child approved. I think so.

The other dream was that the housekeeper and I were chasing someone. It was a weird kind of thing where it was almost play, but not quite. He was running after this person, and yelled to me to stop them, so I launched this bus that I had. I was really pushing it from behind, but it was really light, and apparently I don’t know my own strength, because I pushed it too hard and at the wrong angle, so it ended up going across the street into a store instead of down the street at whomever we were chasing. Instead of completely obliterating this little store, it knocked out this little front window and this small back window. Both of them were unusual shapes. We ran away, going back home, which was right across the street. We were debating what we should do, and I wanted to leave a note with insurance information so they could file against us. The housekeeper thought we were home free and we should just act like we didn’t know what happened. We both agreed that we should take some plastic sheeting and cover the windows (I was unsure whether to cover the inside or outside, but he said outside) by taping it to the outside with duct tape.

I had decided to give them our insurance information and have them file a claim, despite the rise in our premiums. There were only two small windows to be fixed, so it shouldn’t be a big deal. The HK said that unusual size windows were really expensive to replace, something like hundreds per square inch. I went online to look it up, and discovered that the store was a specialty comic shop, and it had two limited edition custom designed comic inspired stained glass windows. They were numbered and everything. I asked the HK if he found any colored glass while cleaning the glass up in the store (we’re conscientious even during a hit and run.) He said he didn’t find any, so I was relieved, and discovered that the windows were designed, but not built, or something like that.

I went over to cover the windows, had decided to file the claim. We had to cover the windows, because a huge storm was coming, and we didn’t want them to have more damage to the store.

I asked the oldest, apparently the second dream was that I was painting a mirror on the wall, but once I was finished the youngest told me it wasn't right, so I repainted it. I woke up stating that the youngest was right.