I was reading a post on a website I frequent about dreams, specifically anxiety dreams, and reading the comments was just fascinating. I didn't realize that some of the dreams I have pretty frequently (monthly, bi-monthly, sometimes weekly) were so common, and I never would have thought to call them anxiety dreams. Seeing as to how they make me feel anxious, though, I guess that would make sense. And they all involve school, which I'm sure a therapist would have a field day with.
One that I have pretty often is that I'll dream I'm still in high school (Dream? Or nightmare?), but the high school is actually a variation of the middle school I went to. It's almost always after hours, and I'm running around, trying to find my locker. I almost never find it, and I know I need to get books out of it, but for the life of me, I can't track the thing down. A couple of times, I've found the locker, but I've forgotten the combination. I never end up getting to my books, and rarely do I even find the locker.
The first of my two college dreams is a bi-monthly dream during which I get to school (the actually university where I went) and discover that I have no dorm room. All my stuff is sitting outside in a U-Haul, and I have nowhere to live. I run around campus, looking for someone to help me find somewhere to live, but most people have usually already gone home. Sometimes, I go into a dorm that appears to be unfinished, they're still building it, and I look for someone that might let me live with them. I can't right this second remember a time when I've eventually gotten somewhere to live. I guess I just live out of the U-Haul.
My last dream is another college dream, and it's that I wake up one day and glance at my schedule to realize that I'm supposed to be in class, it's the end of the semester. . .and I've never one attended that class. I've completely forgotten it was on my schedule, so I never went. Then I go running to find the class, and I can't track it down. It seems to always take place during senior year, and it's a class I need to graduate, so I guess it's implied that I'm not going to graduate because of this one class I've forgotten to go to.
Any dream interpreters out there want to take a crack at these? Will I be stuck in high school/college for the rest of my life?
What about you? What are the weird, recurring dreams you have?
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The One With Obnoxious Stick Figures
Good morning.
Didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Did NOT. I wanted to call in lazy. But I have a feeling calling my boss and saying, "You know, I don't really feel like getting up at this particular time. I don't think I'll be in today," wouldn't get me too far. Unless by "too far," you mean back on the unemployment line.
I read an article earlier about Twitter, and how it may have "flatlined." This actually makes me quite sad, because I feel the compulsive need to let everyone know what I'm doing/thinking always, and if it loses popularity, they might shut it down, and I might not be able to obsessively tell people what I'm up to. These are the things I think about. Maybe I should go and make a record of all of my updates so I can have a record of all the witty, intriguing things I've said in the last year or so in my 1,503 posts.
I was cut off in traffic today by a person with those really, really annoying stick figures of their families.
These things annoy me more than I could possibly put into words. D disagrees with me. He thinks they're cute. I, on the other hand, want to pull people that have these on their car over, slap them, and say, "You're welcome." You get minus 50 points for having them on your car and minus another 10 for each instance of (1) pets, (2) pet names, and (3) people names. Putting names under your little stick people is just ASKING for someone to lure your kids away.
"Hi there. . .(looks at window). . .Amber. Your Mommy. . .Jenny. . .wanted me to come pick you up and bring you back home, because your Daddy. . .John. . .is going to be in the store for a very long time. How is your puppy. . .Fido doing?"
You see what I'm saying? It's unsafe and dorky. And not dorky in a good way, like the T-shirts that say, "I'm an English major. You do the math." Dorky like, unexcusably dorky. The variations on the theme (i.e. Jesus fish for how many people are in your family, pairs of sandals for how many people are in your family, etc.) are still relatively unacceptable, but better than the stick people. The one concession I will make is the other night, when I saw a bunch of them on the back of a minivan (it's almost ALWAYS a minivan) and it was a little family all wearing UNC jerseys. That was kind of cute. Plus, the names weren't under them, so they weren't encouraging child abduction.
That's all I'm saying.
Didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Did NOT. I wanted to call in lazy. But I have a feeling calling my boss and saying, "You know, I don't really feel like getting up at this particular time. I don't think I'll be in today," wouldn't get me too far. Unless by "too far," you mean back on the unemployment line.
I read an article earlier about Twitter, and how it may have "flatlined." This actually makes me quite sad, because I feel the compulsive need to let everyone know what I'm doing/thinking always, and if it loses popularity, they might shut it down, and I might not be able to obsessively tell people what I'm up to. These are the things I think about. Maybe I should go and make a record of all of my updates so I can have a record of all the witty, intriguing things I've said in the last year or so in my 1,503 posts.
I was cut off in traffic today by a person with those really, really annoying stick figures of their families.
These things annoy me more than I could possibly put into words. D disagrees with me. He thinks they're cute. I, on the other hand, want to pull people that have these on their car over, slap them, and say, "You're welcome." You get minus 50 points for having them on your car and minus another 10 for each instance of (1) pets, (2) pet names, and (3) people names. Putting names under your little stick people is just ASKING for someone to lure your kids away."Hi there. . .(looks at window). . .Amber. Your Mommy. . .Jenny. . .wanted me to come pick you up and bring you back home, because your Daddy. . .John. . .is going to be in the store for a very long time. How is your puppy. . .Fido doing?"
You see what I'm saying? It's unsafe and dorky. And not dorky in a good way, like the T-shirts that say, "I'm an English major. You do the math." Dorky like, unexcusably dorky. The variations on the theme (i.e. Jesus fish for how many people are in your family, pairs of sandals for how many people are in your family, etc.) are still relatively unacceptable, but better than the stick people. The one concession I will make is the other night, when I saw a bunch of them on the back of a minivan (it's almost ALWAYS a minivan) and it was a little family all wearing UNC jerseys. That was kind of cute. Plus, the names weren't under them, so they weren't encouraging child abduction.
That's all I'm saying.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The One With Alarm Clocks
It's Wednesday.
(I think.)
It's Wednesday, and that means after today, the week only has two more days of work in it. I'm pretty sure that, for the length of time I've been at this job, I have yet to work a full week. In weeks past, today would be the last day of my work week. I may or may not go into shock tomorrow when my (wretched) alarm clock goes off.
Speaking of alarm clocks, I have found something intriguing, and it is called a sun lamp alarm clock. The theory is that you will be woken up by a simulated sunrise, and it's not as harsh a wake-up call (so to speak) as a regular alarm. I think I could definitely get behind something like that, but I would be really concerned that it wouldn't wake me up. I fluxuate between being a really light sleeper and a really heavy sleeper, so the nights where I slept heavily? I wonder if the "alarm" would wake me up.
"Sorry, boss. I didn't hear my sunrise this morning."
You know how things are brought to your attention, randomly, and you realize it's something you've never thought about before, and then you sit and contemplate it forever? On one of the ads for the sunrise clock, it mentioned it was great for deaf people. This blew me away. I'd never really thought about that before. Can deaf people use alarm clocks? I imagine that there's some kind of vibrating something or other clock that they can use, but I'd just never thought about it before.
(OK, on further Googling consideration, apparently, the vibrating thing was right. Some people have really loud alarm clocks that they can "feel" the vibrations from when it goes off, and some people put vibrating alarm clocks underneath their pillows. And my Googling brought me to yet another horrifying question: If a deaf person is asleep, how would they hear a fire alarm go off? Apparently, they have special alarms for things like that, but man.)
While I'm on the subject, it kind of reminds me of my senior year of college. . .the dormpartment I lived in had some handicapped rooms. One of my friends lived in one of these, and it was really cool, because not only did the door have a peephole at the normal eye level, there was also one lower, presumably for people in wheelchairs. They also had a giant shower (again, probably for the people in wheelchairs), but the coolest thing was the "doorbells." Each room had a light in it, and if you rang the "doorbell" for their room, a light would flash. For deaf people, I assume.
These are the things I think about when I have nothing to do at work. (Which I don't.)
I applied for a promising-looking publishing job around here today. It would be. . .supremely nice to get that, because it looks like something I'd like to do, and there's room for advancement. That was the thing about the paper I worked at. . .I'd literally gone as high as I could without being the editor or publisher or something. Since the current editor would literally have to be dragged out kicking and screaming (or dead), that was never an option for me. But I'm tired of temping and I want back into publishing.
I kind of feel like I'm going to have to start from the ground up again. Not looking. . .so much forward to that prospect, but I guess everyone has to start (over) somewhere. Mostly, though, I want a job where I do things. Getting paid to do nothing is all fine and dandy, but it gets boring after a while.
And an update: C made a Web site to track Little J's progress. He's made progress in some areas, not as much progress in others, but he's got a veritable army of people thinking about him, so that's good: www.caringbridge.org/visit/johnmoorefield
(I think.)
It's Wednesday, and that means after today, the week only has two more days of work in it. I'm pretty sure that, for the length of time I've been at this job, I have yet to work a full week. In weeks past, today would be the last day of my work week. I may or may not go into shock tomorrow when my (wretched) alarm clock goes off.
Speaking of alarm clocks, I have found something intriguing, and it is called a sun lamp alarm clock. The theory is that you will be woken up by a simulated sunrise, and it's not as harsh a wake-up call (so to speak) as a regular alarm. I think I could definitely get behind something like that, but I would be really concerned that it wouldn't wake me up. I fluxuate between being a really light sleeper and a really heavy sleeper, so the nights where I slept heavily? I wonder if the "alarm" would wake me up.
"Sorry, boss. I didn't hear my sunrise this morning."
You know how things are brought to your attention, randomly, and you realize it's something you've never thought about before, and then you sit and contemplate it forever? On one of the ads for the sunrise clock, it mentioned it was great for deaf people. This blew me away. I'd never really thought about that before. Can deaf people use alarm clocks? I imagine that there's some kind of vibrating something or other clock that they can use, but I'd just never thought about it before.
(OK, on further Googling consideration, apparently, the vibrating thing was right. Some people have really loud alarm clocks that they can "feel" the vibrations from when it goes off, and some people put vibrating alarm clocks underneath their pillows. And my Googling brought me to yet another horrifying question: If a deaf person is asleep, how would they hear a fire alarm go off? Apparently, they have special alarms for things like that, but man.)
While I'm on the subject, it kind of reminds me of my senior year of college. . .the dormpartment I lived in had some handicapped rooms. One of my friends lived in one of these, and it was really cool, because not only did the door have a peephole at the normal eye level, there was also one lower, presumably for people in wheelchairs. They also had a giant shower (again, probably for the people in wheelchairs), but the coolest thing was the "doorbells." Each room had a light in it, and if you rang the "doorbell" for their room, a light would flash. For deaf people, I assume.
These are the things I think about when I have nothing to do at work. (Which I don't.)
I applied for a promising-looking publishing job around here today. It would be. . .supremely nice to get that, because it looks like something I'd like to do, and there's room for advancement. That was the thing about the paper I worked at. . .I'd literally gone as high as I could without being the editor or publisher or something. Since the current editor would literally have to be dragged out kicking and screaming (or dead), that was never an option for me. But I'm tired of temping and I want back into publishing.
I kind of feel like I'm going to have to start from the ground up again. Not looking. . .so much forward to that prospect, but I guess everyone has to start (over) somewhere. Mostly, though, I want a job where I do things. Getting paid to do nothing is all fine and dandy, but it gets boring after a while.
And an update: C made a Web site to track Little J's progress. He's made progress in some areas, not as much progress in others, but he's got a veritable army of people thinking about him, so that's good: www.caringbridge.org/visit/johnmoorefield
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