When my sleep brain tries to put too many things together...
[For some clarification, Isabel is one of the ladies I work with at the Starship. She is a short Hispanic lady probably in her mid-fifties. We've become closer over the past year, since I sometimes take her home when I have to drive to Essex or drop off Kermit/Onyx.]
I have no idea why Isabel was in my house, but she was. Snow was coming, so for some odd reason, she had slept over my house on the west side instead of being at her house on the east side. From what I could gather, she needed a ride into work which is why she was with me. I was going into my bedroom to get dressed, and she went into the guest room to get changed. I heard someone knocking at my door, detoured from my bedroom, and went to answer.
"What the-"
"Hey, babe." Hustla bounded past me into my house, looking entirely too excited for the (supposed) hour of the morning. I thought, like Hunny said, "he looks like he was about to get on an amusement park ride," all eager and bright eyes.
"What are you DOING here?"
"Snow's coming, baby. I'm here for the snow." He came towards me, shrugging out of his jacket.
"Whoa, whoa, no, hustla." I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back.
He stopped dead in front of me, half out of his coat. "Huh? Why not? SNOW!" He pointed outside, then looked at me, hurt.
"Gah. No, (Isabel)'s here."
"What?! Why is she here?"
"She needs a ride to work because of the snow."
"Well, I need a ride, too, because of the snow," he replied, smirking at me.
"Jessie?" Isabel's muffled voice came out of the guest room, and Hustla's eyes went from -.- to O.O.
"I told you," I muttered to him, then pushed his too-tall form into my bedroom, shutting the door.
"Can I come in?" I asked through my guest room door, knocking.
"Venga."
I walked into the guest room to find Isabel topless, having a full conversation as she was looking through her clothing for work.
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I have no idea what any of this means. I can put together pieces though:· I have said in the past couple of days that Hustla only wants to be with me when it's snowing, i.e. snowpocalypse and now, with the snowuricane.
· He's been exceptionally playful lately, which makes sense with the Hunny comment and the fact I actually thought that in my head.
· I do take home Isabel occasionally when she has $2.00 for toll money and I feel like battling tunnel traffic.
· I have had in my past topless/totally nekkid conversations with people and acted like it was no thing.
I have no clue why Isabel was topless, though, or why she was really in my house.
MFNJ thinks it's showing some anxiety about the situation, which I could understand. If Hustla was here and someone from work showed up, it could definitely be interesting. Otherwise, I don't feel particularly anxious about anything. I told her it was basically a situation of more raccoons and banjos. And she stated it was a loss of control, which made me anxious.
I didn't feel anxious in the dream. Also, a long time ago, I made peace with the fact that I can't control my life. I feel this is why certain things are so SPECIFIC in my life, i.e. my planner, my desk at work, my fridge, etc. I know working in the field (or when I used to, heh), I had to expect the unexpected or I would very possibly get hurt. So I gave up on caring. If the situation arose as such, I think both Hustla and I would be able to be nonchalant about the situation...
... however, I doubt we would be nonchalant about a topless Isabel.
I have no idea why Isabel was in my house, but she was. Snow was coming, so for some odd reason, she had slept over my house on the west side instead of being at her house on the east side. From what I could gather, she needed a ride into work which is why she was with me. I was going into my bedroom to get dressed, and she went into the guest room to get changed. I heard someone knocking at my door, detoured from my bedroom, and went to answer.
"What the-"
"Hey, babe." Hustla bounded past me into my house, looking entirely too excited for the (supposed) hour of the morning. I thought, like Hunny said, "he looks like he was about to get on an amusement park ride," all eager and bright eyes.
"What are you DOING here?"
"Snow's coming, baby. I'm here for the snow." He came towards me, shrugging out of his jacket.
"Whoa, whoa, no, hustla." I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back.
He stopped dead in front of me, half out of his coat. "Huh? Why not? SNOW!" He pointed outside, then looked at me, hurt.
"Gah. No, (Isabel)'s here."
"What?! Why is she here?"
"She needs a ride to work because of the snow."
"Well, I need a ride, too, because of the snow," he replied, smirking at me.
"Jessie?" Isabel's muffled voice came out of the guest room, and Hustla's eyes went from -.- to O.O.
"I told you," I muttered to him, then pushed his too-tall form into my bedroom, shutting the door.
"Can I come in?" I asked through my guest room door, knocking.
"Venga."
I walked into the guest room to find Isabel topless, having a full conversation as she was looking through her clothing for work.
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I have no idea what any of this means. I can put together pieces though:· I have said in the past couple of days that Hustla only wants to be with me when it's snowing, i.e. snowpocalypse and now, with the snowuricane.
· He's been exceptionally playful lately, which makes sense with the Hunny comment and the fact I actually thought that in my head.
· I do take home Isabel occasionally when she has $2.00 for toll money and I feel like battling tunnel traffic.
· I have had in my past topless/totally nekkid conversations with people and acted like it was no thing.
I have no clue why Isabel was topless, though, or why she was really in my house.
MFNJ thinks it's showing some anxiety about the situation, which I could understand. If Hustla was here and someone from work showed up, it could definitely be interesting. Otherwise, I don't feel particularly anxious about anything. I told her it was basically a situation of more raccoons and banjos. And she stated it was a loss of control, which made me anxious.
I didn't feel anxious in the dream. Also, a long time ago, I made peace with the fact that I can't control my life. I feel this is why certain things are so SPECIFIC in my life, i.e. my planner, my desk at work, my fridge, etc. I know working in the field (or when I used to, heh), I had to expect the unexpected or I would very possibly get hurt. So I gave up on caring. If the situation arose as such, I think both Hustla and I would be able to be nonchalant about the situation...
... however, I doubt we would be nonchalant about a topless Isabel.