Sweet Dreams Baby
Oh lord. My dream last night was a doozy.
First? I dreamt I was going to sleep with a coworker. And I accidentally mentioned this to another coworker (who was making cake, and as soon as the cake was done he was leaving work and I'd be alone with other coworker). I'm still wondering why he didn't question the part where I was wearing a robe *before* I mentioned the sleeping with coworker bit. It didn't happen, though. Found out the cake was in fact because of some surprise party for me.
Then someone was trying to extort money from me, which meant they were stalking me (in a public restroom over the phone - yes, landlines in a bathroom) and threatening to do me harm. Over somebody named Jackson's payables.
So I left work and went home to hide out with tons of people (strangely, not any that I actually knew, except coworkers who showed up halfway through the dream). Turns out I'd moved into my own house (and was startled to discover that I could actually do laundry in my own home and not have to use quarters! go dream me!) and as a result of the paranoia of having someone stalking me, I slept in the kitchen at the island instead of in my bedroom (as it was high up, so I didn't want to be trapped, and I wanted to be near knives - dream me was on a roll with the brilliance).
Then, before bedtime, someone decided to throw me a party. Never mind the massive amounts of people that showed up for the party that I didn't know, thereby making it really easy for the stalker to get in. (During this part of the dream I noticed that my nifty new house had lots of decks at varying levels and lots of ponds and pools on those decks...and no back wall to the house, meaning lots of accessibility to nature AND stalkers. My house was not good as a crime deterrent.)
Well, bizarre moment in the dream where all stalkers were forgotten (momentarily) and there as food! One waitress was serving capers, which some of the guys were leery of (considering it was squid, not capers, I can understand why). I managed to convince Casey Mears to eat some, but the Asian guy flat out refused to try any.
Then suddenly the party was over and everyone was going home (it was down to a couple of people left in the house) and I was panicking because they were leaving me in this giant open house that a stalker was going to get into...so they left me Casey Mears to sleep with. *scratches head* And the thing is, I'm pretty sure it was just sleep (as my brain skipped anything possibly fun to cuddling in bed, where there were clothes on).
And then my alarm went off and I cussed like a sailor.
Oh lord. My dream last night was a doozy.
First? I dreamt I was going to sleep with a coworker. And I accidentally mentioned this to another coworker (who was making cake, and as soon as the cake was done he was leaving work and I'd be alone with other coworker). I'm still wondering why he didn't question the part where I was wearing a robe *before* I mentioned the sleeping with coworker bit. It didn't happen, though. Found out the cake was in fact because of some surprise party for me.
Then someone was trying to extort money from me, which meant they were stalking me (in a public restroom over the phone - yes, landlines in a bathroom) and threatening to do me harm. Over somebody named Jackson's payables.
So I left work and went home to hide out with tons of people (strangely, not any that I actually knew, except coworkers who showed up halfway through the dream). Turns out I'd moved into my own house (and was startled to discover that I could actually do laundry in my own home and not have to use quarters! go dream me!) and as a result of the paranoia of having someone stalking me, I slept in the kitchen at the island instead of in my bedroom (as it was high up, so I didn't want to be trapped, and I wanted to be near knives - dream me was on a roll with the brilliance).
Then, before bedtime, someone decided to throw me a party. Never mind the massive amounts of people that showed up for the party that I didn't know, thereby making it really easy for the stalker to get in. (During this part of the dream I noticed that my nifty new house had lots of decks at varying levels and lots of ponds and pools on those decks...and no back wall to the house, meaning lots of accessibility to nature AND stalkers. My house was not good as a crime deterrent.)
Well, bizarre moment in the dream where all stalkers were forgotten (momentarily) and there as food! One waitress was serving capers, which some of the guys were leery of (considering it was squid, not capers, I can understand why). I managed to convince Casey Mears to eat some, but the Asian guy flat out refused to try any.
Then suddenly the party was over and everyone was going home (it was down to a couple of people left in the house) and I was panicking because they were leaving me in this giant open house that a stalker was going to get into...so they left me Casey Mears to sleep with. *scratches head* And the thing is, I'm pretty sure it was just sleep (as my brain skipped anything possibly fun to cuddling in bed, where there were clothes on).
And then my alarm went off and I cussed like a sailor.
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