Sleep, Beautiful Sleep

Perhaps at some point this morning I'll get my shit together. What a night of dreams! the first one was about a fun little trip to the ER. I don't know how i got there or why i was there at all. I was on a bed and there was lots of movement, people hurrying around. thankfully they weren't fussing over me. Whatever was wrong with me, it didn't seem to be an emergency. My nurse came over and it was my grandma! How comforting is that! She was a nurse all her life so i knew i was in good hands. However, when she cut my head open, i became a little concerned about what was going on; what was wrong. She had cut an incision from my temple which curved up to my forehead, maybe about 5 or 6 inches. that was it; she just cut my forehead open, apparently for no reason. I was at a loss and said nothing. Seems they didn't find what they were looking for in my head, so now she proceeded to slice my arm open. This is a good one; the outside of my arm, from my shoulder to my elbow. then i could feel her pulling the skin back to look at my arm. good thing i was on some sort of pain killer. It was a strange feeling to feel the tug as the skin was pulled back but feel no pain. Still, they had not found what was wrong or what they were "looking" for. Then it was decided that there was nothing wrong with me at all; it was my grandma that was "sick." She also had her arm sliced open and was lying in the bed next to mine. I looked at her for a while before I noticed that i was bleeding from a couple of rather large incisions that had been made to me. I asked her, "Dot? Am I going to need stitches?" I wanted to call her grandma, but she was at work and I'm a grown man anyway. She looked at me, studied me for a bit and said, "Yes."

I am not that tall

Wow! When I woke up I thought, "Crap! I don't remember any dreams!" Then, two minutes later it hit me; thank you snooze button. I was walking through a parking lot, trying to get somewhere, leaving I think. I know I wasn't head to a store or anything. I got to the sidewalk when I noticed a very tall person in my path. I decided to go around to the left when this huge person went left. I guess it would help to tell that he was just standing there with his back to me when this happened. Okay, so he went left when I did. Now I stopped and was going to head back to the right when he did the same. I got the impression, just from his body language that he was lost or confused or something. This is the point the word "oaf" rose to the front of my mind. So, in my frustration, I just took a wide route around him; there's no telling how long he was going to stand there and keep changing his mind. Now, I passed him and he started following me. This is not cool to have a "giant" following you. He caught up to me just as I was crossing a street. The hugest hand I've ever seen landed on my shoulder. I looked back and up, which is rare for me. He asked if I could help him. All I could say, "what are you? like 6'8, 6'9?" This guy was huge! I'm sure he was more like seven feet tall. Don't picture Andre the Giant either; this guy had more of a good ol' boy look to him. He replied, "Something like that." At this point I realised this must be how some people feel when they're talking to me. I noticed he was standing on something. I stooped over to pick it up. This took a moment, as my giant friend still had trouble moving in one direction for more than 2 seconds. Once I got his foot off of it, I found that it was a blank check. I scanned the check for a name or address. The only thing written in the top left corner was, "SPECIAL." Hmm, that's funny I thought. Thankfully the bank that the check was drawn on was just right there; perhaps somebody dropped it on there way to or from the bank. I folded the check in half and slid it through the little teller window slot. Ahh, that's a lot; no more typing for me now. Monday? Hee hee, only four more days till vacation!

I Wish You Well

If you don't know that song, well, you just don't. If you do, then you'll know what I'm listening to right now. Let's see, it's 7:12, I got up before the alarm at 6:45. Don't know why, just did. I made sure to get up before the army of alarms started going off though. Dreams? I might have had one or two; I was so tired. Wo' out is the expression I want to use.

Today....let's see. I'm going to spend the day as endentured slave help at a friends house. Seems there's some sort of landscaping project that needs to be done. Woohoo, fun in the sun! I'm too nice sometimes; my weekend has been hijacked!

Dreams O' Plenty

Uh, what can I say? I went back to sleep and had what seems like 5 or 6 dreams! One of them was about my first step father, the jack-ass-hole. Seems we were on some sort of hunting trip and we were in a cabin or hotel room thing. I really don't remember too much detail as far as interacting with him. The room was dark except for the light coming from the t.v. He was in his underwear being his usual shithead southern macho man self. I had an overwhelming sense to escape. Being in the presence of evil is very unsettling. I did manage to get out of the room and into a car to complete my get away. There was another dream, that was just as intense and graphic, even longer than the one I just described. Alas due to the prurient nature of the dream, I cannot share it with you. That sucks, I really enjoy being able to recall an entire dream and remember vivid details and then share it with the world. Yet, a certain level of decency must be maintained within the blog. Sigh.... Now, it's time for the beautiful weekend to commence. I'm in the middle of a battle with what is called a 'Homewrecker.' These giant burrito things can be found at Moe's Southwest Grill. They're just so delicious! Once I'm done with that it's off for another hike today, my lungs could use a good coating of pollen. Everybody have a great weekend and Wang Chung tonight!

WTF, I'm awake

Where does this hair come from? Summer must be around the corner. I woke up in a sweat; perhaps that explains the "big" hair. Alas, this is what I get for falling asleep on the couch watching basketball. Poor, Tennessee, I really thought they might win. Which reminds me, notice the team colors of red and blue; go Jayhawks! It's way too early in the morning. Right now it's 4:15, ugh. It's officially Friday which is good and it's payday too. Perhaps I'll go back to bed and have a dream or two.

Hike Head!

Ha ha! I read that quote, today's that is, and thought, "Hmm, that's a good one for today." Only to realize that it's from the book I'm currently reading! How funny. I went for a hike this afternoon after work and boy did it hit the spot. I did have a bunch of dreams last night. Like an idiot I did not post them this morning and alas I cannot recall them now. Poop! Perhaps tonight I'll have a good one that I can tell you all about tomorrow.

Pirate Planet Blooper

An outtake from the episode I watched last night!

After Midnight...

We're not going to shake a tambourine, although I might let it all hang out. Seems I fell asleep watching that beloved Dr. Who. Now I'm fucked as I fell asleep way too early. I will try to go back to sleep. With some luck I'll be able to sleep till a decent hour. Tra la la la.

Munday

Woohoo! or is it Errr? Monday is here and I wonder am I ready? Doesn't seem like it after having burned my candle at both ends over the weekend. I slept like a rock thanks to my efforts over the weekend. I do recall one dream from what seems like last night. In the dream my laundry needed to be done. I was at a loss as what to do about it when one of my customers offered to do it for me. This was just too odd/weird. Ugh, crap, whatever. Time to gear up for another week. Two weeks till vacation!

St. Patrick's Day Keg Party

I'm a dork, here's the evidence. Becky is also a dork, just better looking.

It's the dancing outlaw!

Rain! How Can This Be?!

I really don't have time for this, well I might, I just want to get out of here today and get going. Dreams; I had them and remembered them. The big cinematic type one started with myself in a boat. It was one of those long handmade boats like one might find in the South Pacific. I was at the head of a boat with a crew of about 20 men; ten down each side of the boat. We came across a huge group of "native people" who were not happy to see us. Some were in boats already and others were on what appeared to be barges. It didn't take long before the air was dark with arrows and spears. During our rapid get away it was realised that we had no oars and had to use our hands to paddle. We made amazing speed for hands only rowing. Men were dying off rapidly as we had no defense against the arrows. We made for "land" only to discover it was indeed not land. It was just those horrible little trees that grow in shallow water and their bizarre root system gives the deception of land. At this point I took to the water. Perhaps I thought I could swim away underwater while the poor bastards got slaughtered by the natives. The natives were soon forgotten and I found myself amongst a tour group being led through some flooded tunnel place. The tour guide was obviously some sort of con man. I managed to inform a couple of the other tour members as to what was going on and that we were going to have to escape at some point. The tour continued through the underground labyrinth and we eventually ended up back on the surface. Our "tour guide" got distracted playing with a baby and I rounded up the group for the escape. We stole a pick up truck and got the hell out of there. The end. I left out some of the minor details due to my desire to "get to work." The NCAA tournament starts today, so getting done early as possible is a priority today. Tra la la la la. Have a great day!

Yes, Sleeping in, It's Good

Ah, it's so good to be able to sleep in! I wouldn't have done it, had it not been for the fact that I have a meeting tonight. The good thing is that I was able to remember part of one my dreams from this morning. Seems I had to get to a birthday party for one of my friends. Directions in hand, I headed off in my car. At one point I was driving entirely too fast and became airborne going over a hilltop. I decided to slow down after that harrowing experience. After a few turns and driving down some country roads I arrived at my destination. I quickly discovered that this was the wrong party. I had missed a turn somewhere back there. This party was full of kids. To top that off, my boss' boss was there and implored me to stay as if I had been invited. I was all about the "Fuck this!" attitude. I grabbed the bag of gifts I had brought from atop the gift pile. One of the parents informed me that those were the gifts for the birthday boy. Being upset at that point, I felt that I did not need to explain myself and my actions; I just had to get the fuck out of there! Sadly, that's all I remember.

Ugh, I guess I'll go to work now. Seems to be a nice day out there today. Weeeee.....

Restless Mind

What in the world is going on? I'm trying to gather my thoughts this morning and cannot seem to do it. I have coffee and cereal here with me. The cereal is too soggy and the coffee is no longer hot. Currently, I can only think about work. How I can get home early as possible so as to enjoy the awesome weather before the rain gets here in a few days. Honestly, I think I'm still suffering the effects of last week's events. The "trifecta of bullshit" still makes me mad when I think about it. Oh, and I learned that one of my best friends has MS(multiple sclerosis). Thinking about that makes me sad. It's hard not to think about things sometimes. Sometimes I wish there was a switch I could flip to turn off the thinking portion of my brain. Crap, I've gotten off task here. No, there are no dreams to report on today, just like the days before. I'll try harder, promise. I wonder what's waiting for me out there today?

Baby Sloth

I am not a baby sloth, but this is essentialy what I do in the morning.

This Shit-Ass Town

It's like a lost case of being found. Wow, it's Saturday again!? Shit. I think I may have had too much fun yesterday. Well, mostly last night. I woke up at the fun hour of 6 a.m. today. So far, I've consumed two glasses of water, two tangerines, two episodes of GI Joe and I just started on my coffee. I will most likely consume some cereal at some point as well.

It has been many years since I watched GI Joe. I find that the characters are very 'colorful' and the corny one liners I could do without. Like most cartoons, GI Joe is very violent yet nobody seems to ever die. It would be more realistic if one was allowed to see entrails and gray matter from time to time.

To hell with it and this. I'm gonna go lay down.

I find this very entertaining....

It's The Hollies!

Trifecta of Getting Fucked Over

I'm not going to detail today's events for you. The title and quote are enough at this time. Please forgive me for not posting this morning. Some days are like that. Perhaps tomorrow. . .

Colmarblau

Argh! I cannot recall my dreams! I know I had at least two distinct dreams, I just cannot remember them. I've sat here for ten minutes trying to recall them. Oh well. There's really nothing to add to that. No funny stories or words of wisdom today. I can tell you that today is Wednesday; that's a good thing I suppose. Have a wonderful day!

Scrumptrulescent

I just love that word! Tuesday. . .hmmmm? Had a dream last night about being on vacation, this is good. What's not good is that at some point I recall my family trying to "hijack" it. I did not want to have my family along for the ride. I think I was at or headed to the beach; it's all a blur. This all makes sense as one of the last things I did last night was examine a map to see where I could go on my upcoming vacation. The first part of my vacation will be expended by a wedding and a "brew fest." I'm going to have three or four days to burn after that and the beach is only four hours from that location; so I think I'll go there.

I witnessed a fight between two gay men last night. I went out to dinner with a buddy of mine yesterday. We were sitting at the bar, flirting with the bar maid, when a commotion erupted behind us near the front door. I turned to see what the disturbance was and saw two red faced guys, one standing in the door and the other a few feet from him. The one in the door said, "He pushed me!" Then the other one says, "He punched me in the face!" All that directed at the aforementioned bartender as she had already assessed the situation and had headed over there to toss them out. I swear, it was like two kids trying to explain to mom what had happened. Upon her return we learned that the two men were gay and that the whole thing had started when one of them had thrown a piece of pizza crust at the other one. Which reminds me, there was a drag queen there last night too. That's not something one sees in this town very often. I suppose my city is making great strides in the tolerance department.

Have a great Tuesday, may it be. . . .Scrumptrulescent!

No time, Like the Present

Yea, so I didn't have time to deal with this thing this morning. I do now though, so here we go. Last night I had a dream! A bad dream really. Apparently I had murdered a bunch of cops and had their bodies piled up in a basement room; not good. I guess the only good thing was that I had turned myself in. I was waiting on the cops to get there. They finally showed up and came down the steps to the basement. One of them pointed a gun at me and shined a light in my face. This was very disorienting and I was confused as what to do. Must have been some sort of anxiety attack or something. After a few moments I was able to come to my senses and do as the officer instructed. To tell the truth, I was scared that he was going to shoot me before I could get my shit together. Then, some woman came down the stairs crying. I did not recognize her but felt that she was either my wife or something to that effect. We hugged each other and then I was taken away. Disturbing really, I don't think I found that dream to be very "entertaining." Let's hope that tonight's dream is a little more light hearted. I hope you all had an easy Monday. Some updates:

• My favorite coffee "tankard" is destroyed
• I lost at thumb wrestling twice today
• I loathe Charles Dickens (see today's quote)
• I've found my Tibetan prayer wheel

Express Yourself

Okay, so I found out where all the names for the days of the week came from. It seems, no matter what area of the world, Sunday and Monday are named for the Sun and Moon. The other days of the week are named, for the most part, after gods. The old English based names for the days of the week are derived from Norse and Germanic deities. These are the names English speaking folks are most familiar with. However, in the romance languages, french and Spanish, for example, they are based on Greek and or roman gods. The best, I think, came from Iceland. There weekdays are named for certain activities. Like their word for Tuesday would mean "laundry day" if translated literally. I might not have all my facts straight on this as I read about it yesterday on Wiki. Just go there and search "days of the week" if you would like to read the whole thing.

Now, for the dream I had last night! I was running! The whole dream I was running! Oddly enough, I wasn't running from anything this time. I was running for the fun/exercise of it. I had an old friend with me too. This all makes sense, as we went out last night and had not hung out in about two years. Anyway, we ran and ran, there were lots of flowers. Tulips I think, brightly colored, through parks, up stairs down stairs etc etc. Then I saw the girl that I had been seeing recently, she was running up some stairs. I had never seen anyone run that quickly up a flight of stairs without skipping steps. I decided to follow her and catsup with her. When I did she was not happy. I got the whole "are you following me?!" treatment. I said, "No, I just wanted to say hello." She seemed pretty pissed about the whole thing, so, I just went back to running. Oh, that reminds me, I was wearing jeans and a sweater, not your typical jogging gear. That's that, good dream really, I can still see the flowers!

Now, I must rant about something that happened yesterday afternoon in the "waking" world. I had been thinking about something this past week that had my mind in an upheaval, a real emotional twister if you will. Yesterday, I was able to address the issue with the person it concerned. I've never been good at expressing my feelings, but I think I did a good job of it yesterday. After I had done this, I had the most unusual feeling. I felt like I had just thrown up. I know that sounds gross, but it's true and the closest thing I can think of to describe how I felt. It was a good feeling, as if I had vomited up all my troubles. I think a lesson has been learned here.

Enjoy your last day of the weekend! There's less than twenty-four hours till Monday!

Saturday Afternoon

Here's a treat for you guys today. An object that I made in 6th grade. Perhaps it will give you some insight into how my imagination operates. I like it for its dreamlike quality. None of it makes sense to me; I've no idea what I was thinking so many years ago when I made it.

Today was and still is beautiful. There might even be time for a nap this afternoon before the evenings activities.

Saturday?

Amazing, you cannot have Saturday without "turd." This brings up even more questions. Like, who named all the days of the week? Why are there only seven? Why not eight or six? Hmmm? I'll ponder that as the day goes by.

The dreams have returned! Whomever "borrowed" them must not have liked them or just felt the overwhelming guilt of it all. So, the dream took place in an industrial setting. Lots of oxidized metal things, lots of orange colors. Myself and another man were led by some sort of foreman person to a huge tower on the site. Walking up endless flights of stairs and going across huge spans above the ground, this produces lots of anxiety. We reached our destination, a stack of some sort. No smoke was pouring out of it, so I don't think it was any normal smoke stack thing one might identify with a manufacturing complex. We were instructed to harness up and rappel into the stack, more anxiety, I do not like heights of any sort. Once inside I discovered that we had some sort of task to complete. Replacing parts, maybe fuses or the like. At some point early in the decent I got over my anxiety and got busy working. There was some stimulating conversation that I cannot recall the details of. We weren't able to accomplish much, that's how it seemed anyway. I was able to replace two "widgets" and couldn't do more because there was another worker in my path to the next spot below that needed to be "fixed." Yup, that's about all I remember. Good to have the dreams back, I missed them. Oh, I think I've fixed the "pickle" picture from a couple of days ago, for some reason it wasn't loading.

Ugh! Now it's time to go be an adult and run errands. Have a great day!

Friday!

Yes, thank God for Friday! How long has it been since last Friday, 7 days? This gruelling week has come to a close. For two and a half days I don't have to worry about work. After much thinking and introspection, I'll not have to worry about that thing that has troubled me most of the week. Women can do that to a man. Especially "good" ones. As Tom Petty once said, "Time to move on, Time to get goin', What lies ahead I've no way of knowin'." I hope every one has an awesome weekend!

Pickle'n Is Fun

I'm fascinated by pickles! It would seem somebody has stolen my dreams. It remains to be seen who the guilty party is, but we're still assembling a list of suspects. This morning I have overslept, but not too much. My body is still a train wreck. My back is a giant knot from working too much on Tuesday. Then, add to that, the withdrawal of nicotine from the body; I'm sure it's wondering what the hell I'm doing to myself. Time for a hot shower and another "adventurous" day of work!