boss got back from his vacation….had to give him the run down on all that has taken place…..got a bad taste in my tummy….
jammed down to Smart Alec’s for my comfort food – oven baked fries…awww yeah! but a fully tummy couldn’t take away that bitterness on my tounge. it’s like acid, burning away at my sense of well being and everything I know to be right…..when it comes to work – often things are black and white for me. for some people, they claim to see grayness in the issues.
i guess that’s why my head aches.
now time to catch up on my dreams….
last weekend – i dreamnt i was down in LA and my dad was interogating me about my last frantic call to Auntie Nellie. He demanded to know what was going on. We were talking in the kitchen of my old house. Well, it was more like him yelling louder and louder…me staying mute. I didn’t want him to know, especially if he was yelling at me. I think somebody – maybe Mark – somebody – tried to butt in – explaining to my dad that I was already 25 years old, an adult. He countered – that it didn’t matter how old I was, i’m still his child. He needed to know what was going on so he could protect me. I felt horrible.
a few nights ago – I dreamnt I was working as an assistant for a TV news crew. We were driving up to the event and I pointed out the press parking area. The camera guy insisted on parking in the empty spot – claiming we may not have a space for us. It was a hot, sunny day. When he parked the car – we also saw that we had a mess load of equipment to haul into the event. I trotted up to the press parking area and found out that we indeed had a spot reserved for us. So, I convinced the camera guy to re-park the car. We ended up inside. Paul, from hankido, was another member of the crew and he was focused on looking for a power outlet for all our equipment – he was in a ver bitchy mood. I felt like an intern.
last night – I dreamnt I had a splinter in my thumb. It drove me crazy and I went thought my day, trying to ignore it. I finally sat down in my bathroom and procceded to pry it out. The splinter was a silver needles – the length of my pinky…..it didn’t bleed when I pulled it out.
why do I dream this way?