Thursday, February 23, 2006

Busy night.

Well, I dreamt that I'm having a girl. If you're keeping track, that's

Boy dreams: 2 (my mom had one too)
Girl dreams: 1
Chinese lunar calendars predicting girl: 1
Heartrates predicting girl: 1
Dreams that I'm having a puppy: 1

I also dreamt that I was hanging out with Charlotte York of Sex and the City and she went to an impossibly expensive spa and I went to a bakery and got a blueberry muffin and an ooey gooey cinnamon roll. This is probably because I spent the whole day yesterday NOT eating the Krispy Kreme donuts that were in my office kitchen. I done good, y'all.

And now for my nightmare of the night. I showed up to my current assignment in jeans. When you're a secretary, nay, a temp, dreaming about showing up to a very professional office in jeans is equal to dreaming of showing up to school in your underwear. I did my best to hide myself, and nobody seemed to notice, but it was pretty horrifying.

Then it turned into a huge puzzler - I went outside and saw some highschool friends there and went to talk to them, and they started smoking pot. To get away from the smell, I walked away from them. That's when Terri showed up and we started walking away, but I said I had to tell my boss I was leaving. I walked in, and the VIP was sitting in my chair looking at me like I had done something wrong. He accused me of smoking pot. I turned around starting to object, and all of a sudden he was my Uncle Jim.

Whatever. I gotta go get ready for work. Sounds like it's gonna be an interesting day.

2 comments:

Christine said...

My dreams are continuing too. Doc told me that it's very typical for the medication I'm on, and it's a positive that it's not nightmares (one woman's husband paged her in the middle of the night because he thought she had gone completely nuts - she was screaming, but wouldn't wake up!).

Not me. I just continue to stir up old boyfriends, or I make everyone pregnant lately (including men). It's always an adventure!

cncz said...

this is off topic, but i often wonder if "dressing up" for the office is a southern thing. in paris and in switzerland, i have been able to wear cute jeans to the office (and at sexy swiss ski resort i can even wear funky jeans). you know, like "going out" jeans? I would have died of shame in Oxford Mississippi if I had showed up with jeans on to work. feeling your pain.
ps i keep thinking girl but i wonder if it is just because of your dreams.