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Excerpts from one ordinary person's life.
I just woke from a nice nap, and terrible dreams. I woke in a state of fright from it sitting bolt upright in bed. I had to calm myself and tell myself it was just a dream.
I made a cup of coffee. My gland under my jaw hurts so bad. My sinuses are full. Poor Biscuit didn't know what to make of all of this. I took her outside so she could go. While out there I was looking in every direction, telling myself it was a stupid dream.
In this nightmare, a fwe of my workmates and I were taken hostage by two men. One was large and dirty, looking like something found in the deep woods somewhere from God knows where. The other thin and just as dirty. They killed off my friends. I got out and had Biscuit with me. There was a wild bear that I ran from with her in tow. I picked her up and we ran through the streets of Amsterdam. Months passed and it was the dead of winter. We were cold. The big dirty man found us and I was screaming my head off. A young couple came out of their home and she handed me the phone. I called the local cops, and they laughed at me telling me I was on probation and they wouldn't help me. I called the Sheriff, same thing. I struggled to get free of the big dirty man, and he almost broke my left wrist. The couple took me in their car, and the man killed Biscuit. They drove me to his house, I got out of the truck and woke up at that point.
It was horrible. No matter what I did, I couldn't hurt the man, I couldn't get away, nothing.
I'm glad it was just a stupid dream. I woke sitting upright, looked for Biscuit, and there she was, looking at me like I was crazy. Poor kid. I am still a bit shaken by it. Stupid dream.
I made a cup of coffee. My gland under my jaw hurts so bad. My sinuses are full. Poor Biscuit didn't know what to make of all of this. I took her outside so she could go. While out there I was looking in every direction, telling myself it was a stupid dream.
In this nightmare, a fwe of my workmates and I were taken hostage by two men. One was large and dirty, looking like something found in the deep woods somewhere from God knows where. The other thin and just as dirty. They killed off my friends. I got out and had Biscuit with me. There was a wild bear that I ran from with her in tow. I picked her up and we ran through the streets of Amsterdam. Months passed and it was the dead of winter. We were cold. The big dirty man found us and I was screaming my head off. A young couple came out of their home and she handed me the phone. I called the local cops, and they laughed at me telling me I was on probation and they wouldn't help me. I called the Sheriff, same thing. I struggled to get free of the big dirty man, and he almost broke my left wrist. The couple took me in their car, and the man killed Biscuit. They drove me to his house, I got out of the truck and woke up at that point.
It was horrible. No matter what I did, I couldn't hurt the man, I couldn't get away, nothing.
I'm glad it was just a stupid dream. I woke sitting upright, looked for Biscuit, and there she was, looking at me like I was crazy. Poor kid. I am still a bit shaken by it. Stupid dream.
- Mood:
silly
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I fell asleep crocheting. This happens sometimes as I find crocheting to be rather relaxing. I waas plagued in my sleep of an old workplace, but with the guys I work with now. Sort of a combination dream. For some odd reason they all looked to me for leadership but from the behind the scenes ways employees do. Usually the guys will single someone out of the herd that gives great advice, and the rest just follow. They will go to that other person for advice on work troubles, or personal troubles, or help in their projects, and sometimes that person ends up being me. It has happened to me before in other past jobs. In my previous job, I ended up being the Second Shift Supervisor out of that. In my current job, I am just one of the workers. Although, depending on who is working on the floor with me, I find myself in this very same position. Where one or all of those guys on the floor are coming to me for advice on their machines, or their paperwork, or asking for a hand with something. So I ended up dreaming about work again. I hate that. Does dreaming about work happen to you? Does this sort of scenario happen to you at your job too?
Do I have an invisible neon sign lit above my head that says "Ask Laura, she knows."? It seems that way sometimes. I know I am not that much of a leader. When I landed that Supervisory position in my previous company I wasn't happy with it. I had trouble asking workers to do something extra on top of their regular jobs because I felt it was overkill. Those guys in that job only got paid minimum wage after all. I felt it was asking too much of underpaid people.
Just rambling on....
As for other stuff, I relisted that hand stitched pillowcase in the etsy store. I lowered the price a bit too maybe that will get it to move. :)
Do I have an invisible neon sign lit above my head that says "Ask Laura, she knows."? It seems that way sometimes. I know I am not that much of a leader. When I landed that Supervisory position in my previous company I wasn't happy with it. I had trouble asking workers to do something extra on top of their regular jobs because I felt it was overkill. Those guys in that job only got paid minimum wage after all. I felt it was asking too much of underpaid people.
Just rambling on....
As for other stuff, I relisted that hand stitched pillowcase in the etsy store. I lowered the price a bit too maybe that will get it to move. :)
- Location:Amsterdam,NY
- Mood:
contemplative
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I had dreamt that I had a semi-truck follow me to the local SPCA Animal Shelter here. It was full of pet food, blankets, wash cloths, beds, shampoos, and treats. Everything cats and dogs would want. I had it unloaded there, and just let them have everything! :)

While Biscuit on the other hand, is off in "Biscuit land" having her own little dreams. With my pillow and blanket.........
{fat little thing} :)
While Biscuit on the other hand, is off in "Biscuit land" having her own little dreams. With my pillow and blanket.........
{fat little thing} :)
- Location:Amsterdam,NY
- Mood:
amused
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My boss last night almost sent me home from work. The heat made me so sick, headache, stomach ache, bleh. I made it thorugh to the end of the night though.
I dreamt that my x-grandfather-in-law died. Does that mean anything?
I have another very hot and humid day to go through today. :P
Let's see how this day goes.
*EDIT*
I have 3 watchers on this in ebay and one bidder so far! YAY!
I dreamt that my x-grandfather-in-law died. Does that mean anything?
I have another very hot and humid day to go through today. :P
Let's see how this day goes.
*EDIT*
I have 3 watchers on this in ebay and one bidder so far! YAY!
- Location:Amsterdam,NY
- Mood:
blah
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