Besides bloody friggin cold...
How am I feeling...
Blah, tired, cold, weird... Heh, new year and same old same old.
Ah well, that's life. Anyway.
Some really weird (and kinda Unpleasant) dreams of late...
One I barely remember (the most recent one anyway) that was pretty gory and gross. Something about people being murdered by getting knocked out and shoved into this giant water filtration system at the mall's water thingy... It was like a giant water fountain-slash-water fall-slash- Kind of a water park?? Anyway, it was weird, unpleasant.
Also apparently I had to be a black and/or Oriental female cop in it. Which isn't anything weird just the whole "it Has to be one or both of these Specifically!" bit was kind of weird. >>?;?
And no, I don't have any thoughts one way or another about races other than I don't run in'em.
It starts with Chris and I going to this town that looked a Bit like a very warm sunny Southern version of Marquette. We'd been there years ago (in the dream) when things were really bad before we had been married. Apparently we had been on the verge of losing our house at the time and one of the shop keeps remembered us when we returned years later okay financially but divorced. It was seriously very awkward so we came to the mutual decision never to go to that shop again. ^_^;;
We split up, Chris was there to meet a lady friend and I was just sort of There I guess.
I decided to go check into a nice little b&b that had all sorts of homey type offerings like a communal living room with a fire place and that sort of thing. I was comfortable and okay with being there. I met this tallish (a lot taller than me anyway) dark haired guy that I got on well with. It was a quiet sort of, "Oh hai there mister... you're cute, oh I'm cute too? cool. we'll chat, k?"
Nothing steamy or wild or flingy, just I liked him, he seemed rather fond of me and we chatted for a bit over a puzzle and tea. You know, tame b&b-meet-n-greet sort of deal. Nothing wild or earth shattering.
Did I find him attractive? Yup. But I was tired and wasn't overly enthused about getting into any male/femme type tangles at the time so it was more or less 'we be friends and see what happens, k?'
Anyway, after staying up chatting with him, I was exhausted but Garth Brooks and some other country singer showed up in my room. Garth wanted to get involved, as did the other guy, but I just wanted to go to bed. Garth tried the old, "it's okay if we fool around, you aren't married any more."
To which I replied, "that's true, I'm not. But You Are and besides, you're a Texan."
His reaction was not to my turning him down because he was married. His offense was to my turning him down because he was a Texan.
I explained I had no interest in somebody that would be howling and yelling and making my ears ring because he had to be bigger and better than everybody else, thank you anyway. I didn't want anything to do with a man that would insist loud equaled proud and brash was acceptable Regardless of the situation. (to be fair, I've only met One person out of Texas that Didn't make me cringe whenever I was trying to carry on a Quiet conversation. Maybe two but even the second one had issues with keeping a lid on things for any length of time, so Yes I Would come right out and list being a Texan as being a "deal breaker".)
The Other guy jumped on this and said He was from Oklahoma and That aught to be acceptable.
To which I said, "Oklahoma was a pleasant enough state I suppose but really, boys, I don't want to go out with Either of you. I know it's a shocker to you but I really am Not looking to get hooked up with anybody, I just want to be left alone and get some shut eye. Now get out of my room and get back to your wives."
For some reason, while the two guys were going on about things, I was just thinking of the nice quiet polite interesting man I had tea with over a jigsaw puzzle. If He'd been in the room, I Might have been more open to having a bed buddy. But he wasn't so I wasn't.
Anyway, Garth and the other guy left, and I start to crawl into the bed. I drift off when I realize the bed feels... Odd.
I slide out of the bed and pull back the sheet and start crying. The bed was full of every single knife the b&b had... From the butcher knives to the steak knives to the fillet knives and then some... There was even a single butter knife in there.
And I just Knew that this Other guy (not seen or heard from in the whole dream) had done it. That he had filled my bed with knives because he hated me that much. I wasn't sure if he'd done it because he wanted me dead or whether it was Supposed to be symbolic of severing his and I's relationship. I just knew it was a wonder I hadn't been sliced up or hurt at all. I was standing there crying, in kind of a low keening sort of freaked out way when I saw the guy from the tea-n-puzzle, wearing nothing but the bottom half of his pj's, come running into the room. He didn't say a word, he just grabbed me in a fierce hug and rocking me side to side gently making sshh noises before taking the top sheet off the bed and wrapping it around me and leading me to the communal living room. Where he cradled me close to him and wouldn't let me out of his sight and kept me snuggled safely against his side. We watched the fire in the fire place while the b&b hostess and her husband trotted into my room and gathered up all the knives along with a police officer. Nobody asked me any questions, or even talked to me. I gathered from the conversation floating around me that they all knew who'd done it and thought it best to leave me alone because I looked like I was going to pass out from shock at any moment. Plus nobody seemed to want to try getting passed the tall sort of lanky guy guarding me in his pj bottoms and bare feet. He wasn't particularly Scary looking, but he Did sort of seem like he could take off somebody's head if they pushed him to. And he sure wasn't letting anybody near Me. [snuggles into that warm safe feeling from memory]
Oh it should be noted that myself and the guy were younger in this... A bit over eighteen maybe up to around the early twenties but not any older than that. He was older than I was but even then he was still pretty young too I guess.
Anyway, that's the dream... I woke up from dreaming of being cuddled into his side in the afternoon sunshine and warmth of mid summer to early fall in some sweet rural Southern town to this friggin ice cube of mid winter in the Frozen North. {{{X,=}}};;
~(*♥~
Blah, tired, cold, weird... Heh, new year and same old same old.
Ah well, that's life. Anyway.
Some really weird (and kinda Unpleasant) dreams of late...
One I barely remember (the most recent one anyway) that was pretty gory and gross. Something about people being murdered by getting knocked out and shoved into this giant water filtration system at the mall's water thingy... It was like a giant water fountain-slash-water fall-slash- Kind of a water park?? Anyway, it was weird, unpleasant.
Also apparently I had to be a black and/or Oriental female cop in it. Which isn't anything weird just the whole "it Has to be one or both of these Specifically!" bit was kind of weird. >>?;?
And no, I don't have any thoughts one way or another about races other than I don't run in'em.
It starts with Chris and I going to this town that looked a Bit like a very warm sunny Southern version of Marquette. We'd been there years ago (in the dream) when things were really bad before we had been married. Apparently we had been on the verge of losing our house at the time and one of the shop keeps remembered us when we returned years later okay financially but divorced. It was seriously very awkward so we came to the mutual decision never to go to that shop again. ^_^;;
We split up, Chris was there to meet a lady friend and I was just sort of There I guess.
I decided to go check into a nice little b&b that had all sorts of homey type offerings like a communal living room with a fire place and that sort of thing. I was comfortable and okay with being there. I met this tallish (a lot taller than me anyway) dark haired guy that I got on well with. It was a quiet sort of, "Oh hai there mister... you're cute, oh I'm cute too? cool. we'll chat, k?"
Nothing steamy or wild or flingy, just I liked him, he seemed rather fond of me and we chatted for a bit over a puzzle and tea. You know, tame b&b-meet-n-greet sort of deal. Nothing wild or earth shattering.
Did I find him attractive? Yup. But I was tired and wasn't overly enthused about getting into any male/femme type tangles at the time so it was more or less 'we be friends and see what happens, k?'
Anyway, after staying up chatting with him, I was exhausted but Garth Brooks and some other country singer showed up in my room. Garth wanted to get involved, as did the other guy, but I just wanted to go to bed. Garth tried the old, "it's okay if we fool around, you aren't married any more."
To which I replied, "that's true, I'm not. But You Are and besides, you're a Texan."
His reaction was not to my turning him down because he was married. His offense was to my turning him down because he was a Texan.
I explained I had no interest in somebody that would be howling and yelling and making my ears ring because he had to be bigger and better than everybody else, thank you anyway. I didn't want anything to do with a man that would insist loud equaled proud and brash was acceptable Regardless of the situation. (to be fair, I've only met One person out of Texas that Didn't make me cringe whenever I was trying to carry on a Quiet conversation. Maybe two but even the second one had issues with keeping a lid on things for any length of time, so Yes I Would come right out and list being a Texan as being a "deal breaker".)
The Other guy jumped on this and said He was from Oklahoma and That aught to be acceptable.
To which I said, "Oklahoma was a pleasant enough state I suppose but really, boys, I don't want to go out with Either of you. I know it's a shocker to you but I really am Not looking to get hooked up with anybody, I just want to be left alone and get some shut eye. Now get out of my room and get back to your wives."
For some reason, while the two guys were going on about things, I was just thinking of the nice quiet polite interesting man I had tea with over a jigsaw puzzle. If He'd been in the room, I Might have been more open to having a bed buddy. But he wasn't so I wasn't.
Anyway, Garth and the other guy left, and I start to crawl into the bed. I drift off when I realize the bed feels... Odd.
I slide out of the bed and pull back the sheet and start crying. The bed was full of every single knife the b&b had... From the butcher knives to the steak knives to the fillet knives and then some... There was even a single butter knife in there.
And I just Knew that this Other guy (not seen or heard from in the whole dream) had done it. That he had filled my bed with knives because he hated me that much. I wasn't sure if he'd done it because he wanted me dead or whether it was Supposed to be symbolic of severing his and I's relationship. I just knew it was a wonder I hadn't been sliced up or hurt at all. I was standing there crying, in kind of a low keening sort of freaked out way when I saw the guy from the tea-n-puzzle, wearing nothing but the bottom half of his pj's, come running into the room. He didn't say a word, he just grabbed me in a fierce hug and rocking me side to side gently making sshh noises before taking the top sheet off the bed and wrapping it around me and leading me to the communal living room. Where he cradled me close to him and wouldn't let me out of his sight and kept me snuggled safely against his side. We watched the fire in the fire place while the b&b hostess and her husband trotted into my room and gathered up all the knives along with a police officer. Nobody asked me any questions, or even talked to me. I gathered from the conversation floating around me that they all knew who'd done it and thought it best to leave me alone because I looked like I was going to pass out from shock at any moment. Plus nobody seemed to want to try getting passed the tall sort of lanky guy guarding me in his pj bottoms and bare feet. He wasn't particularly Scary looking, but he Did sort of seem like he could take off somebody's head if they pushed him to. And he sure wasn't letting anybody near Me. [snuggles into that warm safe feeling from memory]
Oh it should be noted that myself and the guy were younger in this... A bit over eighteen maybe up to around the early twenties but not any older than that. He was older than I was but even then he was still pretty young too I guess.
Anyway, that's the dream... I woke up from dreaming of being cuddled into his side in the afternoon sunshine and warmth of mid summer to early fall in some sweet rural Southern town to this friggin ice cube of mid winter in the Frozen North. {{{X,=}}};;
~(*♥~