Dream a Horrible Christmas Dream

I had a weird dream of Christmas last night.  Maybe it wasn’t exactly Christmas, but Christmas shopping.

First of all it took place at a Mall.  I kinda extremely dislike malls.  Bizarre weird places that are only good for people watching (or getting angry at Apple Stores).

Anyways, I’m walking around a Mall at night, but still during business hours.  Not sure what I’m doing there, but I see a big box store.  They sell some gadget you’ve all seen sold on TV but that I can’t place right now for some reason.  It just has giant aisles and aisles full of this item.

However in the very back there is a section of the store dedicated to a new item.  It is a book read.  You put on headphones and use a telephone jack to plug the headphones into something that reads whatever book you want.

I’m mildly piqued and look around for someone to inquire about it with.  I find a tall skinny man with a pointed goatee.  He really wants to demonstrate it for me so I follow him to the front of the store.  As we get to the front all of the lights go out.  I look around and realize no one else is that with me.  It is just me and the sales clerk in the store.  When I check my watch it says 8:30 (I instinctively know that the store is open until 9).

He plugs the phone in (by telephone cord) to a small camera box he puts on a shelf.  It is directly above a book.  As he turns it on the device starts reading the book.  There are a few caveats though.  You have to manually turn the page, and as I find out, the camera section balances really delicately and is easy to shift and get out of place.

But the guy talks me into buying it.  Says he can throw in an extra so I’ll get three for the price of two (they are sold in two packs for some reason).We get to the back customer service counter (where you purchase it) and he pulls out a big circular tin, like the kind you get popcorn in.  It has big gaudy logos on it and it bright neon colored.

He tells me it will be $103.  Which is way more than I’m prepared to pay, however he goes on about how it is his first sale, how excited he is and how proud his boss will be of him.  So I give in.

I pull out my wallet, which is clearly not my wallet based on a) how much cash is in it; and b) how stuffed full and large it is.  Tons of receipts, paper, and business cards.  I count my cash but it turns out to be just shy of what is needed.  I got to pay by credit card, but at the last second I feel a little shifty about the guy, so decide I will use a check (which I happen to have with me).

I tell him I’ll pay by check.  This really confuses him but he says ok.  As soon as I pull out the check he grabs it and sends it through a machine.  I start to protest that I haven’t written anything on it and he looks more confused.  I realize he’s never seen a check in his life, that he clearly has no idea how they work or what they are for.  I try to get him to tell me the name of the store to put on the check, and he can’t tell me that (he doesn’t know the name of the store).  I go back to explaining the parts of a check slowly but he just takes my blank check and puts in the register drawer and gives a receipt.

The dream ends here, but kind of doesn’t.  I remember walking out into a dark empty parking lot with the tin under my arm, trying to figure out who the hell I could give this crappy gift to.  I think Dad came to mind.

It was cool though.  It was one of those dreams where I didn’t remember it until half an hour after I woke up.  Just sort of doing something else and it all came flooding back.

Christmas Awesomeness

I made it home for several days for Christmas this year.  It was awesome.  I don’t know if its just my perception of previous Christmas trips home (to my parents) but this one seemed so much less hectic.  I came away from it very relaxed.

I spent considerable amounts of time with my nephews and my niece.  Considering I only see them twice a year its important for me to get as much time with them as I can.  Rider definitely remembers who I am, and Wyatt spent several hours playing hiding go seek around the house with me.  He also has this weird noise he makes instead of words.  Something of an “aaaaeeeee.” Its pretty adorable.  ‘Wyatt, say uncle A.”  “aaaaaaeeeeeee”  It rocks.  I also played downstairs (in the play area) with Takara.  She insisted on going down the kiddie slide over and over again as I set up two giant teddy bears at the bottom for her to run into.  I was done after about ten times, but Takara kept it up for 30+ times, laughing the whole time.

As usual my family sat down for multiple board and card games.  It is the expected precedent at family gathers, that at some point we’ll sit down for hours of games.

I also saw Reg, Shane, and Kevin (not bad, 3 out of the 5 friends I hung out with regularly in high school).  Reg rocked the Karaoke.  He even came close to hitting the high notes singing songs by the Darkness.

I don’t know what specifically made this trip so relaxing compared to others, but I think, maybe, it was because I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to.  Not that I did much, but there wasn’t any running around, wasn’t any rushed feeling.  There weren’t things I “had to do.”  I came home, played it all by ear, had a particularly relaxing christmas morning and some good times with friends and family.

What more could I ask of in a Christmas Break.

A Day Off…

I’ve forgotten what a day off feels like. Not the weekend. Weekends are recovery. This is a strict day off. Nothing to it. I’ve done only what i felt like. Nothing crucial. And it rocks. And leads to me to write about things I’ve intended to blog about for a while… like:

Band-aids. Hate them. Don’t even believe in them. Give me some athletic tape any day of the week. I mean come on, band-aids fall off at the slightest bend, athletic tape… that will stay on. You can even use it to brace sprains (and I have). It works wonders. Also, looks better than a band-aid any day of the week.

Work. You know what, I have nothing bad to say about work. I work a shit-ton of hours, but still wake up every morning and look forward to going to work. Even on the most stressful of days (and I have stressful days like you would not believe) I still enjoy coming to work. I like who I work with, what I do and where I work. If you don’t, well, I hope someday you find yourself in a place you enjoy coming to work like I do.

Drawing. So my sister asked for a drawing of mine for Christmas. I’m inclined to either a) scan it in (on my awesome scanner… thanks to last year Christmas) and have it blown up onto a canvas or b) work towards a larger drawing done by hand on a big piece of paper and framed. Thats not the dillema though. She asked for a neutral or happy one, which led me to thinking, are all my drawings depressing. I recently asked my friend Pat that and he said they were “mellow.” Hmmm…. I know last year, as opposed to this year, I was more depressed than I had been in a while. But even this year’s drawings seem to have that mellow tone to them that Pat described. I think it stems from the music I listen to. I’m a big lyric person, so even if its upbeat music, I focus in on what the lyrics are and go from there with my drawings. I can see that influence on my drawings.

Bunion. Ow.

Gammo. I’m getting attached to that stupid ferret. Although I did purchase her for Sarah, I’ve been her solo owner for a while. I got an e-mail from Sarah yesterday saying that she would be getting her own apartment in 3 – 4 months time and was looking forward to getting Gammo back then; and I did say she could have Gammo when she got her own place back when we broke up. It’s just been a while since I’ve heard from Sarah or thought about not having Gammo. Makes me wonder about getting a replacement pet when Sarah moves and takes Gammo. Even more so than me, Oscar (one of my cats) seems to love Gammo. They play and entertain each other every night. I don’t know if another ferret would be the same, or even if Oscar would take to another ferret like he did Gammo, but if it keeps Oscar from being as attention crazy and scratching up my furniture like her used to it’d be worth getting another ferret. I don’t know. And its still a long ways away anyway.

Sam. For the last two weeks I’ve been hanging out with Sam on a regular basis. We get along pretty well. Plus she lives in Tremont of which I’ve had little chance to explore since moving to Cleveland. (Is it me or do I look fat in pictures? I swear I’m not.)

Wine. Seriously Mim, I want some new wine to try. Just a little hint. You rock. I’ll be seeing you soon for Christmas and then later in the Spring when I come visit.

Christmas. I’m 31. I don’t really feel the need to create a Christmas list this year. To be honest I haven’t in a long while. Its not that I don’t like getting gifts. Its just that, well I’m 31. When does Christmas stop being about giving gifts. I’m not sure how it is for everyone reading this, but I don’t see my family often. Most of my family I see twice a year. And you know what, I enjoy it. It makes every time I see them important. Its not a casual family dynamic, seeing relatives (siblings, parents, nieces and nephews) is a special event. We get together in July for a family vacation and all we do is lounge and enjoy each other’s company. Why is Christmas an event where its about giving gifts. It almost takes away from the fact that we’re there to enjoy just getting together. No offense to my brothers and sisters, but I’d rather spend a gazillion dollars on my nieces and nephews than I would on you. But that’s because, I don’t know, they’re young, and I feel they might appreciate it more. And that the idea of family is that it progresses. And Wyatt, Rider, and Takara are the progression of our family right now. But I’ve been told its too late this year. I need to make a Christmas list of some sort. And I suppose that means I need to shop for everyone in my family.