Dreams —
Last night I dreamed that I was buying bras. My choices were pea green, and olive green. Am I the only one whose dreams are always this boring?
I haven’t felt in need of mystic Oracular iTunes advice this week. But it’s been a while since I’ve done search requests!
Search Requests
exploded moms
giraffe my butt
the most boringest […]
The other night, I dreamed I was back in college; the architecture bore some resemblence to a couple of the larger institutions I’ve attended, but wasn’t an exact match to any in my RL experience.
In this dream, my girlfriend was a teenaged Bette Midler (hey, I’ve always been a bit of a ‘nose man’ — […]
I dreamed last night that I hiked to the top of Mount Shasta for lunch, easily outpacing fellow travellers by virtue of my incredible flannel-shirt-wearing abilities. As I finished eating, there was an earthquake, which induced a little nearby cinder cone to throw up a Kilauea-style fire fountain. While passing along a garbled story about […]
I swear, every time I’m about to wake up with a full bladder, I have to dream about being pregnant first. Every. Single. Time. … or at least every time when my bladder is full of beer. Am I the only one with this kind of subconscious “there can be only ONE lower abdominal pressure” […]
Last night I dreamed I was in charge of Walter Mondale’s funeral arrangements. We had to keep his body on the couch until I could find a church to hold the service and arrange for pickup by a mortuary. This morning, I learned that
Ronald Reagan died on Saturday! Coincedence? I think not!
In the dream, Walter […]
A couple of my coworkers have been saying things like “they’re giving you responsibilities, that means they must like you!” but seems to me that’s kinda like saying “that bear ate your son, it musta really thought the boy was tasty!” - tasty or not, it precludes heavy lifting on the blog, anyway.
Are people with […]
6:32 AM: I hit the brakes just a little too late, and poke Howard Dean in his squishy pot belly (with my car, natch). He was campaigning with the parking lot attendant. I must apologize profusely until I wake up, because I’m not even one of his supporters.
Must. Stop. Paying. Attention. To. Politics.
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I just woke up from a dream wherein the job I wanted was given to some girl named Tara, because she “seemed really cute”.
I wasn’t about to see Legally Blonde 2, but now there’s no way I’m going anywhere near that film until I’m safely employed. Stupid cute girls getting jobs. Stupid Tara. Grr.
We drove behind a van full of money on the way to the forest today:
Thought about hijacking it somehow, but decided it would be more fun to go on a walk as originally planned.
Meanwhile, I’ve been having disappointingly mundane dreams lately. Mostly computer-using physics dreams, plus a couple nights ago, I dreamed I was watching […]
Last night I started hunting for new cameras, and I dreamed that I woke up and I had won three auctions, one for a camera, and two for horrible expensive pieces of schlock. It was terrifying in the way nightmares are. Damn you, ebay!
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