Dream Revisited

I think we all have dreams that occur more than once. That thought that creeps in at the oddest of times, or maybe it comes when you are in the same mood, or maybe when you've eaten something odd.

One of my dreams involves a beach and gigantic waves. Waves that are impending doom. Waves that are going to crash on top of me and probably leave me tumbling underwater for minutes. I take deep breaths. I try to hold onto something stable. And these dreams have been around since college. So well before tsunamis and that whole business.

Last night I dreamt I was in Australia (should I leave out that the Australia detail probably comes from watching ONE episode of the new Real World TWO days ago??), watching these beautiful huge waves just rise and fall, with minimal concern of them landing over me. I could see the sun reflecting and almost create lightening type brilliance off of the blue water. Like flash bulbs going off. I was sitting outside of a beach house (this detail perhaps come from the book I was reading before bed The Memory Keeper's Daughter), and the water kept creeping up to my feet, as the tide was coming in. Alongside me are my parents. And perhaps there was an owner of the house, because Lord knows we don't summer in Sydney. One of those nightmare waves was suddenly on the horizon. I go to take a deep breath, and my mom just calmly gets up and goes in the house, and we all follow. And poof the fear was over. Thanks Mom!!

I think when I am feeling overwhelmed this dream comes along. Last night I was in a car accident. It was not my fault. And now I just have to hope all the reimbursements come from the other guy's insurance company and my car gets fixed and it is all good. I am worried my car and its damage will make it not quite the same.

Funny note: I think my subconscious gave my mom a reprieve by having her be the hero in my dream. When I called my parents to see if they could come to the scene and assist, my mom is like, "Uh, yea. Let me give the phone to your dad. I was going to go workout." I giggled...thanks mom!!

It is Official

Last night at approximately 2300 hrs, the cells, embedded in the railing of my deck, were demolished with chemical weapons. Under the cover of darness, and hoping to limit any casualties or flesh wounds, the nests were overcome with a precise spray, promising to kill on contact. It was a quick and unexpected attack, with no allied or civilian casualties.

Translation: The Bees are DEAD.

From the Mouths of Old White Lawyer Men

"Everyone lies. It is just who lies the least."

At work last night, an attorney sat down with his wife. This attorney looked familiar, and I instantly knew why. I have had the pleasure of jury duty and it was for an entertaining case, involving a stocky 6 pack a day man with the gout who hurt his knee sliding around in the backseat of a taxicab while holding a hotdog in one hand and an ice cold coke in the other. He wanted over 100k because he could no longer work.

The guy got ZIP.

The attorney I saw last night represented this guy. And HE said, "I represent stupid people."

Well if everyone lies, why didn't Gout Guy have better lies?

Profound Use of Ellipsis

"The thing that p's me off...is that we have to learn these lessons and REAL relationships have to die...to learn them....that is a huge cost...I hate that."

Ignoring the insane amount of ellipsis, this is still a quote that rings true. It may not ring true to everyone, because I'm not sure everyone has had the pleasure of experiencing so much wrong in order to make a right. I've experienced a lot of wrong. I think I now deserve all of the right that I'm experiencing. And the hardest part is trying to figure out how I deserved all of that WRONG.

Sleeper Cells

I have an agreement with the bees on my property. They don't bug me, and I don't bug them. So I can sit peacefully, one will buzz ever so gently past me, and I don't freak out, flailing and squeeling like a banshee.

They have turned on me. They have used their passive nature to lull me into an unsuspecting state. And have created two forts in the railing of my deck, and now I think they are planning to surround me, leaving me helpless and my allowance of their presence taken advantage of. Could this be Bee War?

I took the angry end of a spatula to one of the forts. As I inserted the handled end, I realized that the railing was deep, meaning the fort was created similar to the Pentagon. It looks harmless and only a couple floor high, but that bitch goes down like 20! These bees had taken lessons from our own Defense Department! Oh their good!

Banging the end around inside, a couple scouts flew out, but after surveying the damage, realized I had done no harm and went back to working. The second fort, no different. I will have to resort to WMD. Chemical Warfare. These jerks cannot make me live a life lacking freedom! Freedom to grill! Freedom to sun myself! Freedom to deck drink! Freedom to do all of those self-indulgent things a Good American partakes in!

Deep Thought for the Day

Love means Nothing, to me.
It is a word so overused that it should only be used for things that can't express emotion back.

Like cheese, a sunset, the stars, and cold beer after work.

Expressions of love are so much more important than just saying the word. It ruins it to look back at all those we've "loved" before. My love for cheese will never be past tense.

Mammograms

In honor of the breast talk yesterday...go to this blog and laugh your boobies off.