October 21st, 2003

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dream a little dream of me...

weird ass dreams last night, and i hadn't even slept that long:

dream #1: i was at a Renaissance Festival, and there was some heavenly singing. i followed it to a booth, where there were women acrobats around, and two girls in full Renn garb standing in a doorway, singing. i stood there, listening in awe, and realized they were missing a middle harmony. so i began adding my own, filling out the music. their mistress (who looked like a frumpy bar mistress in days of yore), announced that they would be needing another person to apply to be part of their entourage. i jumped up and down, stating i could sing with them. she shook her head and said that they had enough singers, that i couldn't be a part of them, since i didn't know how to juggle and ride a unicycle, or any other such thing. i sat on a little dusty, grassy mound to the left of them and sang my heart out with them anyway. when waking immediately after this dream, i had even remembered the lyrics that we had sung. i don't remember them now, but think we were singing about someone named Somara.

dream #2: i was with someone, and we were going to break into a lab somewhere. i knew it was extremely risky, and sure enough, as soon as we pulled up, she got out of the driver's seat, and i saw James Earl Jones pulling up in another car, disguised as a limo driver. he and a couple of others got into the car and put a gun to my head, telling me i was going to cooperate. they then took me inside the lab, where i was forced to paint toasters with brown paint. the surface was weird, and my paint was runny, so mine turned out pretty bad. the mom from all of the National Lampoon Vacation movies and her kids finished way before me, but i was sent back to put another coat on, because you could still see the black stone underneath (the toasters were black stone for some reason.) i knew that john cusak was going to come rescue me, but that he was tied up in things for a little while. i was then walking outside with some scientist lady that worked there. she got stuck at the light, and i thought i might get away, because across the street was a man playing in a hammock with his children. but the stupid light wasn't changing, and i certainly couldn't walk across the street before it told me i could, even though there were no cars! she caught up to me, and i slyly told her she could trust me not to run away. she showed me a rare flower that held all of her passion as to why she was affiliated with the evil scientists.

dream #3: i was suddenly back in high school, but it was dorm like. we were never allowed away from the building. it was lunch time, but i had to go back upstairs and get my own milk. it was then that denise (my RL best friend all through high school) told me that there was a seating pattern. i frantically looked everywhere for the memo on this, and when i found it, i couldn't read who my partner was. it was then that she informed me that it didn't list specific partners, but that it was by the first letter of your last name, and that you were responsible for finding your own lunch partner. i recoiled in horror and dread because i remembered how much i couldn't handle socializing or talking to people in high school, and because since i knew that since i had come into the school year late, that everyone had already paired up, and that i would be an outcast.
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ooh, and i can see that live journal is being a BEAST this morning!

hope you all have a wonderful day! tell me all about it! your hopes, your dreams, your admiritions!

my leg itches.
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first of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, heyitsheather!!!

second of all, i think i want to die. i believe i'm glutton for punishment, anyway. i walked into work today, sleep deprived and not thinking, so when Michaels asked me "hey, aubrey, would you mind terribly working from 7 a.m. until 1 p.m. tomorrow to help with the Christmas freight?" i spurt out an automatic 'YES! I WOULD LOVE TO! I AM YOUR UNENDING SERVANT! I LIVE AND DIE ONLY BY YOUR WISHES, OH GREAT ONE!'

okay, maybe not in those exact words, but either way, the moment i walked away, i thought "NO! I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN DAYS! OOOH THE HOOOORROOOR!!"

hearsay says the schedule for office max for next week comes out tomorrow. i wanted to probe as to whether or not i was stuck with my usual 10 - 6 shift on the saturday after halloween, but i refrained. too much effort to voice the words, anyhow.

how's THIS for irony? remember my dream last night about paiting the toaster? today found me at michaels in the paint aisle, stocking BROWN TEMPURA PAINT, the same size/kind that i used in my dream to paint the toaster. i had never been set to stock in that aisle ever before, so i found that HIGHLY ironic.

i also realized bad reasons to wear my office max uniform (including light khaki pants) to my job at michaels:

- about an hour into my shift, i popped open a package of green acrylic paint and got it ALL OVER ME. thankfully, the pants survived that.

- about 2 hours into my shift, i was trying to find the home planet for some plaster powder. while doing this, i was flipping an envelope of the plaster stuff back and forth, back and forth, in my hand. i walked around like this for at least a minute before i realized that there had been a hole in the bottom of it, and i was now covered all over my right side on my dark navy blue shirt with what looked like flour.

- about 3 hours into my shift, i popped open a package of bottles filled with stuff that antiques the hell out of METAL. there was a leak, and i flipped over the 3 bottles in the package in my hands for a few moments while trying to figure out which bottle had been the culprit. i then noticed a nice... burning... sensation.. on my fingertips. it was only then that i flipped the bottle over to read the warnings, which read: WARNING! DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ALLOW CONTACT WITH THE LIQUID IN THIS BOTTLE AND YOUR SKIN. EYES ARE A REALLY BAD IDEA, TOO. IF YOU ARE IN CONTACT WITH THE LIQUID IN THIS BOTTLE, WASH UNDER RUNNING WATER FOR AT LEAST FIFTEEN (15) MINUTES!! IF IRRITATION PERSISTS, CONTACT YOUR DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY!!! so, while they were frantically calling me to my register, i was in the bathroom, scrubbing the holy hell out of my fingertips.

and nothing happened at office max, really. just more of the same, blah freakity blah.
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and now that it's almost over midnight here, and though i'm sure that it's already where you are, a happy birthday to my dearest jadedhues, too!

i hope that this year is a million, trillion times better for you than the last one! *blows gigantos kisses*