May. 17, 2007:
Moved
Dec. 01, 2006:
The "And Then" Show
Nov. 27, 2006:
Those Turkey Day Blues
Nov. 21, 2006:
Me and The D
Nov. 17, 2006:
When Octopi Fly

When Octopi Fly

Nov. 17, 2006

I had a dream about a flying octopus. You know, I realize that telling people about your dreams can be somewhat annoying and retarded, as they are the movies in your head and they are for you. And usually a dream is a long winded story... about something that didn't happen! So I have this rule of thumb: if in my dream something exciting does not happen, like say my dog speaks spanish or explodes, I just won't tell anyone. Rules to live by people, rules to live by. Yes, I'm channeling Greg Behrendt, before he really became uncool.

But in THIS dream (and I won't tell you the long winded story behind it but I will say it involved a cruise ship, roller hockey, booze, and a friend of mine with a shaved head who would be really mad if she had a shaved head in real life) one section of it involved me and my mates playing with a giant flying octopus. ... It was really quite fun. She (it's a dream, I knew she was a she) was very playful and awsome and she let us jump on her head and she would fly us around and basically it was a whole lot of cool. I took her picture with everyone piled on top of her. She was hovering 3 feet in the air at the time.

My dreams rule.

On to more mundane things: I've been sick and the office is moving and the holidays are upon us and uh yeah. Woo. So I've had my insides falling out of my butt for the last three days, and really, it just didn't seem as cool as a flying octopus, so I figured I wouldn't go in to much detail about it. Everything seems to be better now, as I don't want to die and have actually eaten and kept something in for more than 12 hours. ROCK!

The office moving means I am "working from home" today. Since my project got pushed out to mid Dec., fuck working I am goofing off and stuff. Not really sure what I am going to be doing, as I am somewhat not awake at the moment and yet here I sit writing a journal entry, but then again I suppose that is the best thing to do when I am not awake, as I won't filter and you get to hear about my butt! YAY! I may make Crimbo cards or something. I may knit. Oh that's a plan - finish a Crimbo prezzie and start work on the dollies to sell and yeah... ok! Plan!

A good sign is that I am also hungry. Sweet.

As to the holiday madness, I'm nervous. Yeah, I know, I shouldn't be, but there it is, I am. So Ben and I and his kidlets are going to his mate Hazel's house for the First Thanksgiving, and that should be quite dandy as I hear tell Hazel's hubby is a cook of extraordinary skillz. Mmm foodies. No, what I am nervous about is the Turkey Day at my parent's house. Ben and the wee kidlet are coming, not sure about the tall kidlet, and in general, I am just... nervous. Why? It's the first holiday with my new boyfriend, who has not interacted much with my family at all and I feel weird about bringing him and his kidlets into my family sitch without amply preparing the family unit about such things. And also...? I am one way with my family and the real way with everyone else. I'm the black sheep, as it were. I don't subscribe to what my parents and sister think of as normal. I try to tone it down when I am with them, but really? I am strange and weird and odd and think differently about things than they do and I worry sometimes that because I am this way, and my mates tend to be this way, that they... won't love me any more because I'm weird.

There. Just gonna say it like it is. I am worried they won't love me any more because I am the person I am and they may not approve. And while I would like to say that it doesn't matter what they think of me, and realistically they have known for years that I am not like them and they love me anyway, I still get nervous when I bring potentially boat-rocking things to dinner. ... Yeah, I know: it's all going to be fine. The outing to Marine World went well, so I should't worry, but it is my nature to do so. ... Need to work on that.

Yeah, so I am still digging on the octopus dream. I should write that down...

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