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lagilmanI tend to remember my dreams well after I wake up, and they tend to be of the "okay, I see where my sub-C was fretting, and yeah, okay...." sort, with clearly identifiable images and tropes wrapped around a core of obvious Issue or Moment. My sub-C does not like to waste time.
But this one? This one's got me slightly stumped. It doesn't seem to touch on anything that's going on either in my life or around me, nor is it referring, far as I can tell, to anything I might be dealing with or concerned about...
So maybe it's just Random Weird?
I'm on the bus, heading for -- work? Home? -- and it's crowded, then suddenly instead of the bus I am in a cab with two other people, a man and a woman who had also been on the bus, and the bus driver is now driving the cab through a city I think is Boston and is totally lost, even though we'd just been the stop away from where I wanted to get off. And I'm terribly confused and worried because what happened? How did I get in this cab? What happened to the things I'd been heading out to do/buy?
And then we manage to get near to where I was going - I don't remember how except we were able to look at a map -- and I walk into the house [mine? my grandparents'?] and there are bags and bags of frozen baguette dough (melting) and other stuff far in excess of what I'd been thinking I had bought (including a large brown paper bag filled with fresh string beans) and I realized that I had gone out and come back, and gone out again to end up in the cab, but I had no memory of it.
And then I had to call in because I was going to miss school/work even though I hadn't missed a day all year and should I pretend to be sick or try to explain, and the receptionist who answered knew my name - had worked with my mom when I was a kid/WAS the woman who handled the switchboard at my mom's office when I was a kid - and said something about "getting good at this!" and then I realized that the pills I had to take every day in a very specific order were out of order and I'd only actually taken half of them, which was Very Bad.
And then I woke up, mainly I think to reassure myself that I -have- been taking my meds in their accustomed doses (I have, which I knew damn well I had, as that's something I do NOT mess with).
Meanwhile, this looks to be a damn busy week, with two blog posts due, and a visit with the Romance Bandits on Friday, and the revision letter for THE SHATTERED VINE landing, and prep for RT Booklovers conference to do, and writing PSI #4, and.... did I mention the bathroom renovations starting this week? Oh yeah.
Oh, and a giveaway of Someone Else's Book tomorrow! Tune in to find out who...
But this one? This one's got me slightly stumped. It doesn't seem to touch on anything that's going on either in my life or around me, nor is it referring, far as I can tell, to anything I might be dealing with or concerned about...
So maybe it's just Random Weird?
I'm on the bus, heading for -- work? Home? -- and it's crowded, then suddenly instead of the bus I am in a cab with two other people, a man and a woman who had also been on the bus, and the bus driver is now driving the cab through a city I think is Boston and is totally lost, even though we'd just been the stop away from where I wanted to get off. And I'm terribly confused and worried because what happened? How did I get in this cab? What happened to the things I'd been heading out to do/buy?
And then we manage to get near to where I was going - I don't remember how except we were able to look at a map -- and I walk into the house [mine? my grandparents'?] and there are bags and bags of frozen baguette dough (melting) and other stuff far in excess of what I'd been thinking I had bought (including a large brown paper bag filled with fresh string beans) and I realized that I had gone out and come back, and gone out again to end up in the cab, but I had no memory of it.
And then I had to call in because I was going to miss school/work even though I hadn't missed a day all year and should I pretend to be sick or try to explain, and the receptionist who answered knew my name - had worked with my mom when I was a kid/WAS the woman who handled the switchboard at my mom's office when I was a kid - and said something about "getting good at this!" and then I realized that the pills I had to take every day in a very specific order were out of order and I'd only actually taken half of them, which was Very Bad.
And then I woke up, mainly I think to reassure myself that I -have- been taking my meds in their accustomed doses (I have, which I knew damn well I had, as that's something I do NOT mess with).
Meanwhile, this looks to be a damn busy week, with two blog posts due, and a visit with the Romance Bandits on Friday, and the revision letter for THE SHATTERED VINE landing, and prep for RT Booklovers conference to do, and writing PSI #4, and.... did I mention the bathroom renovations starting this week? Oh yeah.
Oh, and a giveaway of Someone Else's Book tomorrow! Tune in to find out who...
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Date: 2011-01-31 01:21 pm (UTC)Good luck on the bathroom renovations!
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 06:25 pm (UTC)Hrm. Okay, I think I need a visual for the meerkat stress index. Alas, that I can neither draw nor manip worth a damn...
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