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Entry written across two days
Feb. 25th, 2011 01:20 pm It's been a weird week here. I've been in this kinda grumpy funk mood, which is not coupling well with a dive back down into single-digit temperatures after a week of weather that could almost be described as warm. In addition, it seems like every little thing I do wrong this week is being picked on and thrown back at me, and I'm not dealing well with all the extra judgment.
I've also been having these crazy awful dreams all week.
Two nights ago (before my appointment with my dentist to get my gums examined and a final crown put in place on a back tooth), I dreamt that I was at the dentist and the hygienist asked me if I'd been flossing. I said yes, and she kind of went all evil and told me I was a horrible person and I had 18 cavities and the solution was that they were going to have to bleach all my teeth, which would make the composite on the front tooth stand out all horribly as an obvious fake part and I would then be ugly forever.
This dream is not hard to interpret. I've been trying to be better about flossing, and the hygienists at this office seem to be obsessed with the whiteness of my teeth. No, ladies, I do not want to spend $200 on tooth whitening, particularly since the composite in the front tooth was dyed to match and wouldn't bleach along with my teeth. Also, I really just DO NOT CARE that my teeth are a little yellower than most. It's cosmetic. Since when have I cared about that kind of thing? It's not even that noticeable, unless you look at teeth for a living.
I've also been having a string of pregnancy dreams. This is probably because I currently know 4 women who are pregnant and 1 who had a baby in the last three months. Plus it seems like half the blogs I normally read are suddenly about how the author is pregnant. What the hell, people! This must be the price I pay for hanging out with people a couple years older than I am. Most of my my-age friends aren't even married yet. Anyway, the other night I had a dream that I was pregnant, and I told Jim, and he got mad at me (in the dream). Like it was some sort of trap I'd sprung on him unexpectedly or something. I think I also had a dream about babies last night, but I can't remember most of the details now. I know I was trying to provide gifts for some of the new babies around me, and I was buying them in a store, and there was some sort of epic guilt about not being cool enough or caring enough to knit my own gifts, and having to sink to the level of buying things that were machine-made out of synthetic fibers. Clearly I have some knitting guilt going on here. On the flipside, in reality this is a fantastic idea, and I should get over this hangup of feeling like I have to knit for other people, and just buy them some damn gifts that aren't made of cloth. I get paid today. I should go shopping.
I realize this entry is all whine whine whine so far. I told you I've been in a grumpy funk. I think the bottom line, at least today!, is that I am ready to get married and settle down and be financially stable and have a steady life. I'm ready to move to California and start the happily ever after part.
Something cool, though? Jim and I discovered a game called Minecraft and have spent the last couple weeks happily exploring new worlds, building castles, fending off zombies, and enjoying spending time together while he's out on the road all week every week. This week his truck broke down and he was stuck in a hotel for a couple days while it was fixed, and he used the time to build a gigantic, beautiful double helix out of glass and a waterfall/lavafall. I'll post pictures of it tonight when I get home to my own computer. Anyway, this has been a very cool place for us to escape to, and I've really enjoyed the freedom that Minecraft gives you to decide your own goals and objectives (unlike WoW, whose continuous "must get better gear" treadmill does get boring after a while).
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Friday morning additions.
Last night actually turned out to be a pretty good evening. I left work early, went to a fleece washing/processing/spinning lesson, sat and chatted with the instructor and her daughter for a while, talked to my mom for half an hour while I drove home, played WoW with 24 friends, checked on Minecraft briefly and said hello to another friend, watched Glee while cuddling the cat, and then went to bed. All in all, a very good evening.
Then, of course, I had another nightmare. This one was totally out of left field and as far as I can tell had nothing to do with anything. I was staying with an aunt and uncle (not resembling any aunts or uncles I have in real life), and someone broke into the house and shot my uncle and I had to escape without also getting shot. There was a car and a long driveway and a very panicked escape. I don't remember any more details...
What is up with all these nightmares? Seriously, brain, what's going on?
Bleargh.
I've also been having these crazy awful dreams all week.
Two nights ago (before my appointment with my dentist to get my gums examined and a final crown put in place on a back tooth), I dreamt that I was at the dentist and the hygienist asked me if I'd been flossing. I said yes, and she kind of went all evil and told me I was a horrible person and I had 18 cavities and the solution was that they were going to have to bleach all my teeth, which would make the composite on the front tooth stand out all horribly as an obvious fake part and I would then be ugly forever.
This dream is not hard to interpret. I've been trying to be better about flossing, and the hygienists at this office seem to be obsessed with the whiteness of my teeth. No, ladies, I do not want to spend $200 on tooth whitening, particularly since the composite in the front tooth was dyed to match and wouldn't bleach along with my teeth. Also, I really just DO NOT CARE that my teeth are a little yellower than most. It's cosmetic. Since when have I cared about that kind of thing? It's not even that noticeable, unless you look at teeth for a living.
I've also been having a string of pregnancy dreams. This is probably because I currently know 4 women who are pregnant and 1 who had a baby in the last three months. Plus it seems like half the blogs I normally read are suddenly about how the author is pregnant. What the hell, people! This must be the price I pay for hanging out with people a couple years older than I am. Most of my my-age friends aren't even married yet. Anyway, the other night I had a dream that I was pregnant, and I told Jim, and he got mad at me (in the dream). Like it was some sort of trap I'd sprung on him unexpectedly or something. I think I also had a dream about babies last night, but I can't remember most of the details now. I know I was trying to provide gifts for some of the new babies around me, and I was buying them in a store, and there was some sort of epic guilt about not being cool enough or caring enough to knit my own gifts, and having to sink to the level of buying things that were machine-made out of synthetic fibers. Clearly I have some knitting guilt going on here. On the flipside, in reality this is a fantastic idea, and I should get over this hangup of feeling like I have to knit for other people, and just buy them some damn gifts that aren't made of cloth. I get paid today. I should go shopping.
I realize this entry is all whine whine whine so far. I told you I've been in a grumpy funk. I think the bottom line, at least today!, is that I am ready to get married and settle down and be financially stable and have a steady life. I'm ready to move to California and start the happily ever after part.
Something cool, though? Jim and I discovered a game called Minecraft and have spent the last couple weeks happily exploring new worlds, building castles, fending off zombies, and enjoying spending time together while he's out on the road all week every week. This week his truck broke down and he was stuck in a hotel for a couple days while it was fixed, and he used the time to build a gigantic, beautiful double helix out of glass and a waterfall/lavafall. I'll post pictures of it tonight when I get home to my own computer. Anyway, this has been a very cool place for us to escape to, and I've really enjoyed the freedom that Minecraft gives you to decide your own goals and objectives (unlike WoW, whose continuous "must get better gear" treadmill does get boring after a while).
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Friday morning additions.
Last night actually turned out to be a pretty good evening. I left work early, went to a fleece washing/processing/spinning lesson, sat and chatted with the instructor and her daughter for a while, talked to my mom for half an hour while I drove home, played WoW with 24 friends, checked on Minecraft briefly and said hello to another friend, watched Glee while cuddling the cat, and then went to bed. All in all, a very good evening.
Then, of course, I had another nightmare. This one was totally out of left field and as far as I can tell had nothing to do with anything. I was staying with an aunt and uncle (not resembling any aunts or uncles I have in real life), and someone broke into the house and shot my uncle and I had to escape without also getting shot. There was a car and a long driveway and a very panicked escape. I don't remember any more details...
What is up with all these nightmares? Seriously, brain, what's going on?
Bleargh.
