jianantonic | (no subject)

I was having an awful dream last night. Shall I share? Okay. I dreamed it was a Friday, and Jeremy and I both had the day off, so we went to Charlottesville and decided to stay overnight at my parents' house, forgetting I had to be at work at 7am Saturday. As we're getting ready for bed, I go to take the barrette out of my hair, and my hair breaks off just above the barrette. At the time, I don't make a huge deal of it. It's only the next morning when I wake up with short hair that I start freaking out. In both the dream and real life, I've been growing my hair out for three years. I want it down to my butt again, and it's about halfway there, so you can imagine my dismay. I start flipping out and blaming my mom. She accepts responsibility, and agrees to take me to a salon to fix the hair and pay $149 for hair extensions. It's on the way to the salon that I realize I was supposed to be at work at 7, and at this point it's already 1pm. I called and Kay answered. "You're really late," she said. Rather than being smart and making up something valid (I was in the hospital, car accident, things like that), I just told the truth. Kathy was in the middle of a speech where she was firing me when Jeremy's alarm went off and I woke up. Thank goodness, because I was starting to freak out. So that was dream #1.

I had another dream after that. Jeremy and I both got really good job offers in Illinois, just outside Chicago, so we decided to move. I was really depressed because there were no mountains, and our house was really dull. I went to the bathroom, and I heard the doorbell ring. Jeremy answered and let in the visitors, and when I came out, I was amazed to see two men who look exactly like Arlo Guthrie (one older, and one younger) and one woman. They introduced themselves as Woody Guthrie (Arlo's dad who neither looked like him nor is still living but that's not how it went in the dream), Arlo's mom, and Arlo's son. I was like, SHIT! They were our neighbors and they came over for a singalong. It was fucking awesome. And then I woke up. All in all, not a bad night for dreams.

This morning my voice is more gone, and I have more of that filmy crap in my throat. I am not pleased with this. I guess I just have to wait it out. Anyway, I'm going to go wait it out on the couch with Sportscenter. Peace.