I haven't posted in what seems forever... but, okay.

It's raining today. The house is quiet. I'm not working, and am procrastinating, I suppose, with what I should be doing. I fell asleep almost immediately last night, crocheting, then woke up automatically four hours later, stayed in bed with a book, and slept again after finishing.

As is sadly usual, when I catch up and exceed recommended hours of sleep, I end up with nightmarish dreams.
I'm not arachnophobic, and good thing--because in this dream I was pursued by a small venemous spider. It followed me around various rooms in the house and doors didn't stop it. Crawled across the floor, the walls, the ceiling...it ballooned its way through the air on a web line--in the house! When Dad came inside, he was endangered also, and I gave warnings, like "Don't go there, it's building a web across your door," and "Above you!" until it landed on his hand and he moved to squish it.
I woke up about then. Was he bit? Probably. Even awake, I was caught up in the dream: could we have made it to a hospital in time? What kind of spider was it, really? I knew it was poisonous, because someone {who? I don't recall} had a few exotic spiders as pets and they were loose. (I was aware of one other poisonous spider, but it wasn't threatening me at the time.) And I swear, our dog Ginger was even sinister. At the least, letting her outside from inside, or inside from outside {ESPECIALLY that} was dangerous for some reason. *shakes head*

I'm proud of me, though. The black jumping spider inhabiting the kitchen landed on me today as I added water to the bamboo on the windowsill, and I didn't even react beyond a pause and a 'yep, forgot about this spider.' ^___^

I almost feel caught up on sleep, with these two days off from work in a row :)
I've slept a lot...and the dreams I've missed are back!
I'm still feeling very tired, because it's like I've been living another life in my sleep, almost; so. many. details. in those dreams. Which are even now slipping away, but *shrug*.
Dreams such as--Mike, Mom, Katie and I, joining random people from town at the elementary school for a meeting: filibustering at a local level, a person able to take the classroom podium and chalkboard and give information about anything so long as they are talking, asking questions, selecting people to respond--who reply completely off-topic, smiling all the while, and the person resumes with an answer to their own question, etc. Mike and I were looking at puzzles, kids' science and art projects along the shelves and wall. {we criticized the ones by Kyle because they were all of his name} Things you might expect to see, a model of the solar system (complete with Pluto), a colorful abacus, and bookshelves. Katie and I were looking at those YA books and pointing out which we'd read or still intended to sometime. There was a collection of short stories I picked up just as I was saying, "I'm going to try reading more of Raymond E. Feist," and I look down at the book in hand, noticing his name on the cover as one of the authors. :P Katie handed me a new book by Eoin Colfer, with a red cover and a tortured face on it...

Another dream was taking somewhat dangerous animals from one zoo to another. Like a black bear. On a leash.
I spent a great deal of time with a young, extraordinarily cute, gray tiger. Her pen wasn't even ready, they were building it around us.

Hmm. I was at camp, up by some soccer fields, with fish and turtles in a clear stream, adding more fish, and putting in decorations like sculpted rocks, a theater mask, ?
Mom was there also.

Like a dream yesterday, there was one with Katie, Anna and her brother, but I'm losing it now.


Mom wants me to go out and pull some weeds; Poison ivy is springing up everywhere this year, so I'm going to have to be careful. The sunshine looks kinda nice. I'll make the best of it.

Third-time blood donor today! (Noteworthy occasion.) Had enough courage, went there on my own, and everything. Overly-solicitous staff, at times. Wouldn't let me get up afterward for a while even to go across the room. Kept asking periodically if I was okay. You'd think a few tears signify a person not suited for this...
Did just fine. Better each time.

And I realize I want the attention, need someone to know just how brave I'm being, but that doesn't mean to excess--lie on the cot and have them bring me juice? Let me off so the next person in line can have it, really.

Met a person there who knew me, one of the recipients of one of Lady's puppies years and years ago; discovered that they lost that dog the same summer Lady died. I don't think any of her really lives on. Sad.


Had the day off, slept in obscenely late. Caught up on the hours I've missed and all the dreams, too. Nod to "The Ugly Duckling" of sorts with my family keeping a Canada Goose that thought it was a chicken--we were happy when it came back after flying south for the winter. Had to assimilate one dream with my BF suggesting a hiking jaunt through Camp Ledgewood, just enough realism included to wonder if he really did, but no. One scholastic dream, not a nightmare, but strange shifts of setting, I remember. *shrug* probably should have gotten up earlier, but it's time not easily regretted. Comfy.

Not the best time to post--but if I don't now, I'm not sure when I will next. *sigh* I'm tired enough my mood is changing every half minute x_x

Staying busy enough, largely doing well. Work is chaotic but a bit easier for this brief period of time a new hire is being trained, yay! So far, I like her, but I, as usual, flip between wanting to help and show her everything and resenting the possibility that she'll be/is better than me somehow. Not going to act negatively, of course, as much as I can help. Not her fault I'm insecure.

I purchased some few more skeins of yarn for larger crocheting projects than I usually accomplish. Hope to have my 1st afghan done by Christmas. Whether more will follow...merchandizing says this is the very start of a hopeful season, but don't expect I'll give you one even though I'd really like to, okay? I feel I'm the only one who really worries extensively about gifts, and before Thanksgiving this year, I am starting early @_@

I've slept pretty well the last couple of nights, gone to sleep early and everything! So, yes, I dreamt...though didn't trouble myself to make record of them upon waking. The latest involved ( Read more... )

Prob'ly won't sleep enough this--morning--but oh, well. As long as I get enough not to grump too much tomorrow.

*sigh* Bad things come in threes...this means I'm safe now, right? Surely I've reached the limit of minor disasters for the time being?
(Note: this is not an invitation for a Major one.)

Always nice to know I'm not just being paranoid--but couldn't I have been imagining something more being wrong with my car? At least this time?

My car...shook. Wobbled. A bit. Worried me, because it shouldn't--I left my mechanic a message (This was Saturday). Next day, driving early in the morning to work, blew a tire. [No, I've never changed a flat before, and I do not wish to feel further belittled for lacking that experience. I have gained more of such experience now, anyway.] 5:30am on a highway wouldn't appear to be a bad time for it--traffic isn't heavy and there is still help to be had. Thank you, Good Samaritan, for stopping and making sure that I was safe, had been able to call for assistance, and waiting until the State Highway Patrol came by. Hope you've had a successful deer-hunting trip. Thank you, patrollers, for knowing a LOT more than me, and putting on my spare, and sending me safely off to work. Not really your fault my spare was probably just too old, that I was stranded again only a few more miles down the road. Mom and Dad rescued me; I was an hour late for work. (I certainly did call the store, and was forgiven that tardiness.) Hooray for my mom and dad, who dealt with my car while I was at work, and got it a new tire. (note to self:I still need to pay them back for that--receipt's in the car.) Which brings me to my reduced confidence in my vehicle, and NOT wanting to drive it around till the mechanic checked it out; I was expecting trouble of some sort, hence the message I left, but not my tires, so fixing that didn't ease my concern.
And I was somewhat right. Parts, in the same region as my tires?, are in need of replacement. If I continue to drive it around, no telling when they'd go, it would affect my--steering, and it would be Bad. I trust him, and he explains the difficulties to me, but what really registers of the mechanical explanation is always how dangerous it might be if I drive it around for too long unrepaired @_@ I left my car there to remove the temptation, they dropped me off at home.
I just knew the wobble was significant. Darn.

On the positive side, this hasn't troubled my dreams! Those were pleasant, particularly the one I played soccer with my high school team members and Coach Bud again, but with some interesting changes. Most important, I was a bit more confident, determined. During the second half, we were being mostly outplayed, though we had scored three goals to the opposition's zero in the first half. I foresaw serious consequences to morale against us with the next likely goal, and was railing on the sideline, as I had been subbed out a bit before. I was asked why I was angry, and that made all the difference in my attitude; my answer, "because my desire outstrips my ability" was a revelation aling the lines of then try your hardest and get better! I went to coach and told him I wanted to go back in, observed that we were losing no matter what the score read, and he was allowing me not only to go in, but sent me to the halfline with the power to choose which position and which person to replace! Some discrepancies with reality included location and people--Bud coached before the new complex was built, for one. All told, it wouldn't make even a mediocre inspirational sports movie--like we really need another--but it's mine and made me happy.

The other dream, I wandered through an expanded hedgerow on our property with Dad, a somewhat usual bizarre ;) The further I went, the more the season progressed. (It was winter in the backyard, but autumn in the front, where I started) I caught rabbits who were burrowing through snowdrifts, and I think I remember them talking...

The result of a quiz I found via kiricelt:





What type of Fae are you?

So, news. Not much?
I haven't recorded my last several dreams, but here are some recent ones in extremely broad terms: ( Read more... )

I didn't post it earlier, but I was really spoiled for Valentine's Day :) Ryan sent me a dozen roses at work, and then still braved the awful roads to visit me, bearing chocolate-covered strawberries and an enormous box of chocolates besides, along with a card. We went out for a romantic dinner a few nights later. After endless worry about what to do for my boyfriend, I ended up doing essentially nothing. [Ryan, I expect you're probably going to read this; you need not protest out of obligation. A card just really isn't sufficient reciprocation.] I plan to be a bit adventurous, and try bringing him skiing this weekend with some other friends. Should be fun! I haven't skied at all in years.

Still have much work to clean my room. We'll have to be able to find all the carpet before we can replace it. heheh...

The most memorable bit of last night's dreams (now the only part left, truly)I have concluded to be partially based on a slight injury. The rest? Set in a location reminiscent of Katie's bedroom, the sand inspired by jars/bottles I'm certain you've seen before, and leeches, well...this isn't the first time I've dreamt those, and the ones attached to me in my dreams don't inspire the panic ones on me do in waking life.
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You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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