Man, I had a nightmare so bad* last night that, when I woke up from it (at 5 am), I had to keep talking myself through the fact that it wasn't real (like "I'm in my own bed, next to my husband, in the house we own") and finally got out of bed and walked around the house touching things and telling myself stuff like "these are my books, in my bookshelves, in the house I own with my husband; I chose all of these books myself."
*The nightmare was about being in a cult that I was frantically trying to escape from, and when I thought I got out, it turned out that they expected me to go where I did and they were waiting for me. It was horrifying.**
So I am so tired today that my brain is beyond sweet potato status. But the last thing I want to do is go back to bed, because I don't want any more bad dreams. WTF, brain.
**When I finally went back to sleep, I had a dream that one of our cars ended up in the river, and because the cult dream was so bad, my reaction to the car was "...eh, win some, lose some. It was probably bound to happen sooner or later." (If the car does end up in the river, please refer back to this date- and time-stamped post for proof that I am indeed a prophet. Granted, just a prophet of bullshit, but a prophet nonetheless.)
That's hilarious, Brenda.
Yikes Steph. Were we talking about FAC yesterday if I recall? Maybe sparking something. Ugh.
Yikes Steph. Were we talking about FAC yesterday if I recall? Maybe sparking something. Ugh.
I know Dax (Knut) posted something on FB yesterday about missionary work, and how rejection of the evangelizers' message actually functions to make the church group become more tribal and more Us vs Them because of their perceived "persecution." And I commented that, based on my experience in the FAC, that's 100% true.
So yeah, that might have gotten lodged in my brain. It can un-lodge itself, man! I accept that I have *weird* dreams, but nightmare/scary/etc. dreams are downright uncool. It's *my* brain; I should be able to kick them out.
And I was today years old when I learned. Ha, ha! (It actually flows much better with the right emphasis.)
Right there with you, though my familiarity with the word was vague enough I don't think I've ever used it aloud.
Last night I had a dream that I was going to see a movie based on the Fisher-Price Little People toy line (the CLASSIC version, not the line they sell nowadays). The film was directed by Ridley Scott, and it was set in a castle. There was another film in the franchise opening at the same time, set on a farm. I was worried I would be confused because I hadn't seen the first film in the series, set on a pirate ship. Unfortunately, in the dream, I arrived at the theater too late, and I couldn't get in.
Well, now I kind of want to see those movies...
Last night I had a dream that I was going to see a movie based on the Fisher-Price Little People toy line (the CLASSIC version, not the line they sell nowadays). The film was directed by Ridley Scott, and it was set in a castle. There was another film in the franchise opening at the same time, set on a farm. I was worried I would be confused because I hadn't seen the first film in the series, set on a pirate ship.
See, that dream is awesome.
Unfortunately, in the dream, I arrived at the theater too late, and I couldn't get in.
Except that part. Dang.
(the CLASSIC version, not the line they sell nowadays)
The only good version of the Fisher-Price Little People.
I too would like to see these Fisher-Price movies, especially the barn one. I was obsessed with the little hayloft and would have lived in there if I could.
Vibes for Mister S and his caregiving team at the new place, Sheryl.
I have to actually go in to work today (boo) to swap out this laptop for a spiffy brand new one (yay). I'm currently concerned about removing and preserving its extremely cool stickers (fanart for Over the Garden Wall, Our Flag Means Death, Hunt for the Wilderpeople and Beetlejuice, plus one local Miyazaki/public transit mashup with an orange catbus named Mewni).
Other than that, nothing of note is going on except that I checked in with my brother who was supposed to come visit last weekend but had a weather cancellation, and he responded by asking if he could introduce me to his financial adviser, who could give us the kind of strategic advice we're not currently getting. Clearly he doesn't understand just how much work just crawling along day to day is. I barely have the spoons to renew a magazine subscription, much less interview a whole new financial advisor. I need a nap just thinking about it.
