Snooze is NOT your friend
I overslept today because I had a dream that I was back at my high school (which I seem to dream about only during times of distress in my life) and I was helping this girl who was suicidal. I was writing down all the times I was upset and depressed in my life and the reasons I’m glad I never did anything about it. I was writing down my words of encouragement as to why she shouldn’t kill herself. The weird thing is that I think my mind attributed the name “Matilda” to the girl, but I think she was an amalgam of the not-so-popular girls I knew in high school. I also was in line at the cafeteria, which strangely enough, turned into a Jewel-Osco deli/grocery store. In my dreams that would’ve happened in high school. In the dream, the high school still had the same steel-grey look to the hallways, dark light, and even the same burnt-sienna locker colors. The wallpaper was exactly the same; the layout of the school was the same.
In between the phone calls in dealing with this Matilda girl, I was walking around out in the yard (we were in a trailer, go figure), and I picked up 10 pairs of sunglasses from the muddy, snowy grass. Then, I went inside and my mom drank raspberry cordial (even though I said it was cherry) out of one of her crystal, cut cordial glasses. Colleen and Brig were there (on these REALLY bad couches), and Brig told me that Colleen found a present she forgot to give me for Christmas. She brought out one of my cats, Lily, I think, and Lily had a mesh bag over its head-like a pantyhose/delicates wash bag. She pulled the bag off, and it was a kitty head massager. (I’d like to know where the hell that came from....)
Then, my dad came in the room, and he was totally dressed all 1984ish. He had on bright royal blue running short shorts and a white ringer tee with navy sleeves. He had on white socks and white sneakers. His hair wasn’t as salt-and-pepper grey as in his later years; it was much lighter like mine, a light brown. I remember looking at his tanned, almost-hairless legs and thinking how veiny they looked. I was thinking how much they looked like mine and that must be where I got my veiny legs. I also thought, “Oh wow. Dad’s alive again. That’s weird,” and I was really happy. He was smoking a cigarette and walking around with something (like an ashtray) in his hand. I think he was looking for the remote controller (in our not-real trailer that from the inside was 3 stories tall-go figure you crazy brain).
What’s even stranger is that my age regressed from my current age to about 6 years-old throughout the dream-like I shrank the further on the dream lasted. Oh, and there was something about an adorable pooch in there too, but I can’t quite remember.
Anyway, I kept hitting snooze so I could go back to the dream with my dad and my attempt to save Matilda, but I woke up at 8:15 thinking, “FUCK!” And thus begins another typical work-week with the Queen of Snooze.
I know I haven't been on here much. Been busy with the new job. I try to keep up with all of you, but should you want to see me soon, I'll be in Indy this weekend. Do it to it.
In between the phone calls in dealing with this Matilda girl, I was walking around out in the yard (we were in a trailer, go figure), and I picked up 10 pairs of sunglasses from the muddy, snowy grass. Then, I went inside and my mom drank raspberry cordial (even though I said it was cherry) out of one of her crystal, cut cordial glasses. Colleen and Brig were there (on these REALLY bad couches), and Brig told me that Colleen found a present she forgot to give me for Christmas. She brought out one of my cats, Lily, I think, and Lily had a mesh bag over its head-like a pantyhose/delicates wash bag. She pulled the bag off, and it was a kitty head massager. (I’d like to know where the hell that came from....)
Then, my dad came in the room, and he was totally dressed all 1984ish. He had on bright royal blue running short shorts and a white ringer tee with navy sleeves. He had on white socks and white sneakers. His hair wasn’t as salt-and-pepper grey as in his later years; it was much lighter like mine, a light brown. I remember looking at his tanned, almost-hairless legs and thinking how veiny they looked. I was thinking how much they looked like mine and that must be where I got my veiny legs. I also thought, “Oh wow. Dad’s alive again. That’s weird,” and I was really happy. He was smoking a cigarette and walking around with something (like an ashtray) in his hand. I think he was looking for the remote controller (in our not-real trailer that from the inside was 3 stories tall-go figure you crazy brain).
What’s even stranger is that my age regressed from my current age to about 6 years-old throughout the dream-like I shrank the further on the dream lasted. Oh, and there was something about an adorable pooch in there too, but I can’t quite remember.
Anyway, I kept hitting snooze so I could go back to the dream with my dad and my attempt to save Matilda, but I woke up at 8:15 thinking, “FUCK!” And thus begins another typical work-week with the Queen of Snooze.
I know I haven't been on here much. Been busy with the new job. I try to keep up with all of you, but should you want to see me soon, I'll be in Indy this weekend. Do it to it.