Hallooooo, actual blog! I am alive. However I am very poor, which is why I did not do cards or anything for the holidays. :( Also! My family has a new house, but it's a fixer-upper, so that's what I've been doing with my time lately. Updates will likely continue to be scarce, but I still love you all, flist!

Last night I dreamed that I was scheduled a shift at work and that the schedule, rather than specifying me as floor supervisor or guest service or whatever for this shift, said "Meeting Re: [something] Jars" and that when I showed up, it turned out that this meant horse training. LovelyBossWoman informed me that I needed to get these three horses accustomed to this one path we needed them to run. The horses were right outside the office, and the trail was around the back, though some hills and whatnot. This isn't the weirdest work dream I've ever had or anything, which is probably why I had a hard time realizing that it wasn't reality when I woke up. Once conscious, I was kinda worried, because I know fuckall about horses. So I rolled over, grabbed my ipod off the dresser, went to Wikipedia, and was halfway through typing "horse training" in the search before I realized that: a) we don't have any horses at the movie theater; b) if we did no one would ask me, of all people, to train them; and c) if for some reason I was asked to train them, Wikipedia probably wouldn't be sufficient enough to get me up to speed on horsey knowledge.
I had one awesome dream last night, and one horrible one.

The awesome one. )

The horrible one. )
Yesterday I worked the guest service desk, a post that cannot be abandoned no matter how slow and boring it is. I spent most of the shift doing logic puzzles. After work, I went and bought the Gaga issue of Vanity Fair, and did my makeup thusly:

Then I went to bed and dreamed all night about Gaga and I running around the Louvre with a logic puzzle, trying to use it and several hidden clues in paintings to solve a Da Vinci Code-like mystery.
Spent all last night dreaming I was captain of the Enterprise, only every time someone handed me a report to sign, it was actually a movie summary printed off of yahoo movies. They were all strangely crumpled too.
Ppl! I have a skype! E.A. McMullen! Look me up!

Also this is the third night in a row that I have had dreams involving a pregnant Jared Padalecki. Last night it was pretty bad too, because he was all concerned about the baby, but it was a dangerous alien baby or something. I was there with some other chick and we kept giving each other those 'WTF DO WE DO!?!' looks.


Feb. 8th, 2008 05:08 pm
Ya'll remember when I had this awesome schmoopy dream? This was the ring! Except the diamond was a bit bigger and sphere. So not the ring at all. But kinda. It was on Etsy's front page and I got all excited. This should tell you something about what my life has been like recently.
Last night I dreamed I was Jensen and Jared gave me a pretty gorgeous engagement ring, which he apparently got from some outdoor market in Mexico. But it was a really nice ring. I don't know anything about jewelry, but I distinctly remember the diamond: it was a smooth sphere, not sharp or cut or anything, but it was really beautiful. He had a matching one. Then some unspecified spy/law enforcement group showed up and said since we were obviously so good with outdoor markets, we should help them go undercover at this market in the Middle East. The next thing I knew I was standing in some alley in Lebanon in this ridiculous undercover outfit, debating whether or not to take the ring off. I was worried that if I was captured and tortured, they would know my weakness or something.
So. Dreams. Last night I dreamed that See's Candy (MamaGoddess's employer) started selling candy boxes filled with miniature tigers about the size of a hamster. There were also gift wrapped possum-like creatures that were possum sized, and very vicious. MamaGoddess brought a bunch of them home for us to try (???), and none of our tigers or possum-like creatures got along with each other, or with my sister's cat Lola, with whom they were constantly fighting. I remember at one point I was trying to transport them in the car, but I didn't have enough separate containers for them, so I had to put a few tigers in with a possum-thing, and when we arrived at our destination, I found the tiny tigers had been bitten through by the possum thing and were slowing dying. It was very upsetting. That's what I get for looking at vids of baby animals before bed.

Then the night before that, I dreamed I was looking at this post in [livejournal.com profile] winchestercon, and saw that [livejournal.com profile] xtinethepirate had commented on it saying she wanted to buy someone's ticket and I almost peed myself I was so excited. Then I woke up and was extremely bummed out. I actually went and checked that post. This is clearly a sign.

Furthermore, there is a very, very sexy male at my work. We'll call him Gawain, and we'll call him that because I am not the only female at work who has at some point had a dream that featured him in a knight in shining armor role. I think he's an incubus or something.

La la la.

Nov. 12th, 2006 04:44 am
I got a letter from [livejournal.com profile] iamstillthemoon! I feel all special!

Ewan is teh dumb. Throw rocks at him.

I had a dream last night that had Jared Padalecki in it. See, this is a pin-up I like, and in this dream, I was at the beach and that was His Jaredness, all naked and wet. It was fun.
So, dreamtime. Last night I dreamed that there was a whirlwind - you know those little tornados - on my doorstep. And there was lots of pelting and uncomfortable damp sand in it. For some unknown reason, Wifeypants and I were out walking around in it, hunched over like we were looking for something, but if we were, I can't remember what it was. Anyways, this whirlwind dies down and we end up with this huge mound of damp sand on the front step. And we notice a leg sticking out of it. So we dig like mad, not knowing what is going on, and whose leg was it? Hayden Christensen's that's whose. So we dig him up and bring him in the house, rather concerned because he wasn't breathing, like he had suffocated or something. And since neither of us knows cpr, (and paramedics had all become zombies or something [there was some reason we couldn't call them, but I have no idea what it was]) we just kinda smacked his face a little til he came around. So he comes around and gets with breathing and all, and Wifeypants takes this little handful of sand and puts it right in his mouth, and I'm like, D00d, wtf? We're trying to revive him! Meanwhile, Hayden Christensen is being very cool and mellow despite the fact that he was kinda choking. So anyways, the next thing I remember, he was staying at my house, and just chillin. I was just sitting around with Wifeypants and Hayden Christensen, drinking coffee and talking about Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and all their cool voodoo skillz. And he was really really mellowed out and cool, like to the point where I was getting sleepy listening to him talk. Anyways. Whatever.



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