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R.I.P. George Carlin. Thank you for bringing me great mirth throughout the years.


So tired after work. I work a mid today, two morning shifts (6 am to 2 pm), then two closing shifts, with a day off in-between the two closers. Each moment I am not at work, I will either be at the house of scrumbles or sleeping. I hate having weeks like this, as I so need some veg time to keep sane, but at least it's only a week here and there. All shall return to some semblance of normal after Sunday.

I hope.

So, yeah. Two live shows back to back, which will be convenient. All of "it" is supposed to "go down" at "work" by "Wednesday", so there's no telling what the hell my schedule will be like next week, or even what coworkers I'm going to have.

I hate teetering on the edge of Major Change.

Ooh, weird dream last night: I was outside in a park and climbed to the top of the slide. I felt the wind in my hair and opened up my entire soul to The Earth around me. I suddenly knew what was needed for the Earth to continue. I instantly pointed at three people, "You, you, and you! Walk into the ocean. The Gods have seen it to be good, and the Gods have seen it to be true." The three people trudged towards the ocean, where they would walk into its depths and drown. They showed no emotion as they left their children in the park and did so. I pointed at a few others and dictated that they go to various places, like downtown, California, or - again - into the ocean. I walked around, pointing my mighty finger at people and giving them instruction, which they had no choice but to obey. I finally came across a group of people at a bus stop or some sort of place like that. I pointed at the men and women and paired them up. I stated "If you have significant others, husbands or wives or partners at home, you do not know them anymore. This person is your new mate, and it is up to you to populate the earth with newer, more complete people." A few grumbled and showed signs of panic, but I forced my will on them. One older lady said she didn't know how to have sex, that she never had, so I gave an exasperated sigh and grabbed a man's pants, ripping his penis out and stroking it angrily up and down until it became hard, irritated that I had to stop in my duties to give such an instruction.


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Jun. 24th, 2008 11:18 am (UTC)
Good luck with the work and the band. I know what you mean about big change it just doesn't sit will with me. When we changed student databases it was fine because we were going to be more involved however! My boss and the guy hired to do that work booth decided to take vacations THE DAY IT STARTED! Those three days made me nervous more than I've ever been in life.

Two things about your dream, no I can't make any kind of sens out of it (I think I have an idea but not really) and so that reminds me to post about my weird ream of a few days ago. Also that the end was done in a comical fashion in my minds theater as you had like the super hero's glowing eyes and wind sweeping (yes the wind was going just for your hair) as you hovered around and did this. I imagined this confuddered look with one eyebrow raised at the lady as she said that and you pointed at the guy's pants and said "remove" and flew off like they had been town off by a string and the next thing was you doing a shaking action like whipped cream with a text bubble of inner thought that said "This is so not my job"
Jun. 24th, 2008 01:34 pm (UTC)
That dream is really something.
Apr. 11th, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)
Interesting dream
The first word that came in my mind after reading your post was "WOW"..Your dream is weird and funny at the same time. But very interesting. I don't know why people say every dream has a meaning, because i don't see any meaning or sense in this dream but all i could say is this "what an interesting dream"..

I wonder what were you thinking before going to bed!!
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