- a brief moment to myself
- my husbands pajama pants
- my dinosaur-cupcake t-shirt
- the dishevelled bed
- the laundry
- scrubbing the washing machine
- hand-washing cleaning towels
- scrubbing walls
- sash brushes
- closet hardware
- Oakwood Brown
- Home Depot
- bead board
- staples in the floor
- Red Bull
- jewlery stand
- home ownership
- a little pannick
- dreams about eating pine cones like artichokes
- dreams about kittens
- dreams about horrible screaming children from bad movies
- prescription refills
- annual doctor’s visits
- packing again
- moving again
- that couch
- razor blades
- Neptune Blue
- Colorado Springs
- painter’s tape
- dry wall
I pull up to my office on a normal morning, but it’s cold outside, and my boss is outside with his kid. They are both bundled up, practically wearing ski clothes. I’m expecting him to ask me to take care of his daughter, but he doesn’t. He asks me if I remembered to do something yesterday, and I say no, I forgot, but I’ll do it first thing this morning.
I get into the office, and the place is a wreck. It doesn’t look like an office at all, but an apartment. All my coworkers are there, and they are all really down, and it turns out it’s because a person we work with has died. He was riding his motorcycle, and he got hit by a car. It was all over the news, and I’d heard about it, but I didn’t realize who it was.
The person who died is someone I have only met once or twice, so I’m sad that he died, but I’m not as distraught as the people who have worked with him extensively. But now they’re in a bind because they lost a friend but also because all the projects he was helping on have been left unfinished. Also, I realize the reason my boss is staying outside is because he is scared of ghosts, and he thinks this person’s ghost is in the apartment/office.
There is this weird plastic glowing figure, like the plastic santas people put on their lawns at Christmas, and it’s out on the balcony (this place is now definitely an apartment, and it looks like a bunch of dirty college boys live here) and it is flickering on and off, and the guys think it’s possessed, so they ask me to go do something about it. I go out to the balcony, and say something to the plastic figure, and it stops flickering.
The guys have all been crying, and they’re scared, and they leave work for the day. I then realize it’s very late, like 11 p.m., so I go out and get dinner, but my office is sortof far from my apartment, and I don’t feel like driving home. Remembering that Nimby is out of town, I decide it won’t matter if I just crash at the office. As I am about to fall asleep on the fold out couch in the office/livingroom, my alarm goes off.
I woke up with achy muscles again. Am I getting the flu or something? Hope not.
Last night I dreamed that nimby and I were going camping. We get out to our camp site, which is way out in the woods, and there is this horse there. It’s a giant beautiful black horse, and it’s clearly wild, but it lets us come up to it. It is really like the amazon of horses. I get on its back, and it’s the most amazing creature in the world. Its fur is so soft, and I just love this horse. I want to bring the horse back to live with us (in my dream this makes sense… maybe we have a barn or something… )but I have to find a way to bring it back. So, we are five miles away from my parents’ house out in these woods, and I RUN all the way back to the house, but I don’t find whatever I went there for. Then I run all the way back to the horse in the woods. I do this a couple more times, and then I realize, “dang, I just ran five miles multiple times without getting tired or anything,” but it’s because I did it for this horse. And then I realize there’s no real way to get the horse back to the house, but I’m still really happy because I’ve seen this amazing giant animal.
Then I woke up and realized it was noon and I’d intended to get up at 9 or 10. Buzzkill. Then I burned myself while making coffee.
And now I wonder: Why I didn’t just ride the horse back?
My dreams have been getting me back under control lately. You’ll see what I mean.
There is a family with a lot of problems in my old neighborhood. The oldest son has been morbidly obese his entire life. Their only daughter is a 30-something alcoholic who lives in their house with her husband and their three kids. The next oldest son is a drug addict of the highest degree (more…)