These are the kind of nightmares I have.
Not monsters, not stuck in place trying to run from an axe-wielding madman, not snakes or spiders on the floor.
Late for work.
I took a nap this morning because the alarm went off at 6.00 so I could get Nathan to work by 7.30. Got home, putzed around online, decided I should sleep before my shift tonight. I thought, up till this morning, that my shift started at 3, then looked at my schedule and realized no, it starts at 2. Whew. Good catch. My dream:
I had to stop for some groceries. Why I was stopping for groceries when I had a 5-hour shift to work, I don't know, but I did anyway. I gave myself 30 minutes to shop before I had to leave for work. I was buying stuff for a rock 'n roll Jesus themed party. Didn't find much at the store, but I also picked up some things we needed at the house (like Nathan's soda, which we really do need more of).
As I walked along the back of the store, there was a man sitting back there on a bench, and he was wearing a brown officer uniform of some kind, the sort a cop or maybe a security guard would wear. I saw him sitting there, with greasy hair and his arms spread along the back of the bench, and I prayed, "Please don't let him say anything, please don't let him say anything, I don't want to have to respond." He said, "Hi honey," in that way some men have, not really offensive, just habit to call a woman by an endearment. Not wanting to press the issue, I walked on, relieved there was no confrontation necessary.
However, a short while later, I had to walk by him again, and he started saying something like, "There's a few things I can teach you if you're willing to learn," and I didn't even think about it; I said, "Fuck off!" and walked on.
I continued wandering around the store, looking at green eggplants, vegetarian meat (looked just like hamburger, but was veggies; also, was $44 for 4 pounds or so), cucumbers, Virgin Mary candles, etc. I told someone who worked there what the asshole had said, that he was harassing women.
I finally went up to pay, and who did I see but my smoking buddy Corinne. She works at Jo-Ann too, and she's usually on her smoke break when I arrive, so I sit outside and smoke one with her. In the dream, she was working as cashier at the grocery store as a second job. She looks at me funny, and asks what time I had to be at Jo-Ann. I looked at my phone for the time and saw it was almost 5 p.m.: I was 3 hours late. She asked if I just wanted to forget the groceries, and I said, "No, just hurry." She got everything rung up, then I gave her my debit card to pay for it, then gave her my driver's license, and she found a problem. "Oh my," she said, "this isn't good." Turns out, my mum had flagged my license and my debit card when I ran off to college in North Carolina.
What. The. Fucking. Hell.
She went off to the back and left me standing there wondering what the hell I was going to tell the managers. Something came up and I couldn't call but I can be there in 10 minutes? Something came up and I can't come in and I know I'm 3 hours late in calling but please don't fire me?
Then I thought, I should have bought a Virgin Mary candle. Then I looked outside and saw a ginourmous blow-up stadium brought to KC by Circuit City. Then I woke up.
And I was still 15 minutes earlier than the alarm. Christ.
P.S. I'm on my own computer now! The scanning and the scanning and the scanning seems to have done the job. I'm crossing my fingers, anyway.
Late for work.
I took a nap this morning because the alarm went off at 6.00 so I could get Nathan to work by 7.30. Got home, putzed around online, decided I should sleep before my shift tonight. I thought, up till this morning, that my shift started at 3, then looked at my schedule and realized no, it starts at 2. Whew. Good catch. My dream:
I had to stop for some groceries. Why I was stopping for groceries when I had a 5-hour shift to work, I don't know, but I did anyway. I gave myself 30 minutes to shop before I had to leave for work. I was buying stuff for a rock 'n roll Jesus themed party. Didn't find much at the store, but I also picked up some things we needed at the house (like Nathan's soda, which we really do need more of).
As I walked along the back of the store, there was a man sitting back there on a bench, and he was wearing a brown officer uniform of some kind, the sort a cop or maybe a security guard would wear. I saw him sitting there, with greasy hair and his arms spread along the back of the bench, and I prayed, "Please don't let him say anything, please don't let him say anything, I don't want to have to respond." He said, "Hi honey," in that way some men have, not really offensive, just habit to call a woman by an endearment. Not wanting to press the issue, I walked on, relieved there was no confrontation necessary.
However, a short while later, I had to walk by him again, and he started saying something like, "There's a few things I can teach you if you're willing to learn," and I didn't even think about it; I said, "Fuck off!" and walked on.
I continued wandering around the store, looking at green eggplants, vegetarian meat (looked just like hamburger, but was veggies; also, was $44 for 4 pounds or so), cucumbers, Virgin Mary candles, etc. I told someone who worked there what the asshole had said, that he was harassing women.
I finally went up to pay, and who did I see but my smoking buddy Corinne. She works at Jo-Ann too, and she's usually on her smoke break when I arrive, so I sit outside and smoke one with her. In the dream, she was working as cashier at the grocery store as a second job. She looks at me funny, and asks what time I had to be at Jo-Ann. I looked at my phone for the time and saw it was almost 5 p.m.: I was 3 hours late. She asked if I just wanted to forget the groceries, and I said, "No, just hurry." She got everything rung up, then I gave her my debit card to pay for it, then gave her my driver's license, and she found a problem. "Oh my," she said, "this isn't good." Turns out, my mum had flagged my license and my debit card when I ran off to college in North Carolina.
What. The. Fucking. Hell.
She went off to the back and left me standing there wondering what the hell I was going to tell the managers. Something came up and I couldn't call but I can be there in 10 minutes? Something came up and I can't come in and I know I'm 3 hours late in calling but please don't fire me?
Then I thought, I should have bought a Virgin Mary candle. Then I looked outside and saw a ginourmous blow-up stadium brought to KC by Circuit City. Then I woke up.
And I was still 15 minutes earlier than the alarm. Christ.
P.S. I'm on my own computer now! The scanning and the scanning and the scanning seems to have done the job. I'm crossing my fingers, anyway.