I dreamed I was in high school again last night.
First, the construction of this sentence just made me think, "Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again."
In these dreams I always know that I'm a college graduate, and I keep telling myself, "You graduated college, they don't make you go back to high school to finish things up if you've graduated from college."
The next thing I know I'm trying desperately to think of a job I can get now that I'm a high school drop out and thinking that I'll never find anything stuck in southwest Pennsylvania. Meanwhile, my brain is repeating, "You have a job, it's a pretty good job, you have a place to live, you even have a husband."
I have these dreams, but they are ALWAYS, without fail, about grade school. I have NO idea what that means, and I'm not sure I want to.
ION, Teppy doesn't wannnnnnnnt to be a career girl!
(That was not a cue for Scola to find me a new job; it's a cue for Scola to find me a sugar daddy.)
I thought HK was relegated to your bathroom, Trudy!
She's moving into the living space. There'll be no stopping her now.
HAH!
The kitchen items were grandfathered. My next apartment, actually, I'd like to have a Hello Kitty kitchen. And I do hope my first child is a girl, because if its a boy he's going to have issUES from having a HK nursery.
oh FUCKITY! I was trying to set up b'day dinner for my BFF and I waited too long like an idiot to call the crazy russian place we'd been planning to have it at and they are completely booked and i am an IDIOT. fuck! (it seems like it shouldn't be a big deal to book another place but there are 16 of us...) FUCK!
I had a dream a month ago where I was in the band for a concert and I had to play a French horn solo that I didn't know much at all, and it was all high notes which were hard for me playing on a non-double horn.... I pretty much resigned myself to not being able to hit most of the notes correctly.
IOHornN, in 6th grade - the first time I ever played a song with the full band, I immediatly got lost, burst out laughing, and could not stop laughing....
Frank is me. I suddenly realize I need to go to class, and then I realized I haven't been in like, months, and I really have to go but I'm really scared to, etc...
Yep, that's exactly it. "How did I forgot about this class???!?!??!"
First, the construction of this sentence just made me think, "Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again."
"I had the pear dream again."
Need -ma
Could have a book contract. In last stage before getting the go ahead and having contracts signed. Need the -ma
(No, I can't talk about details yet, unfortunately)
First, the construction of this sentence just made me think, "Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again."
t smooches Teppy
It's my brilliance, I just can't help it :)
Frank is me. I suddenly realize I need to go to class, and then I realized I haven't been in like, months, and I really have to go but I'm really scared to, etc...
Yep, that's exactly it. "How did I forgot about this class???!?!??!"
I've had this one too! And it's always the day of a big test or final.
"I had the pear dream again."
"We are all lost."
I have college dreams every now and then, but they're always sort of fun (I had such a freakin' great time intellectually and it was such a pretty campus with lots of great rambly neo-Gothic buildings to explore; when I dream about going back and living there again as my late-30s wiser, better socialized, properly medicated self, it's academic geek heaven).
My big, big anxiety dreams are always about plays -- every time I finish a production, about 6 weeks later I'll have a dream that the play wasn't actually over, it was just on hiatus, and the first performance of the second run is in a few minutes. Every word of the damn thing has completely deserted me, the house is packed, and the rest of the cast is dressing and running lines and giving me puzzled, uneasy, "Please don't betray us all with your incompetence" looks, and I beat myself up endlessly for my stupid forgettery.
Which I suppose is the upside to not having done any shows at all in the past three years, I guess.
Contract-ma in abundance, CaBil! Whatever its other faults, 2006 has definitely gone like gangbusters WRT Buffistas and book contracts.
