Its about me.
I have trouble when I watch movies where people sprain their ankles. Break a bone, lose a limb, all bloody…. doesn’t affect me. Sprained ankle. I’ll twinge and look away.
So when I have a dream where I sprain my ankle, I wake up and my ankle definitely feels like it has been sprained.
Awesome.
I had a high school dream last night.
It wasn’t so much about high school as it involved high school people.
Well not even that, but Shane, Reggie, Colin and Yousey (why I continually refer to him as Yousey instead of Dan I’ll never know).
And they weren’t so much involved in the dream as people on the side.
It did start off in my high school parking lot. I was trying to drive home but my car was stalled. Colin and Reggie drove by, with Reggie in the passenger seat. He unrolled his window like he was going to say something to me but instead drove by laughing (maybe Colin was laughing, he was driving).
Yousey was in the parking lot somewhere. With no ride I started walking home through the Potter Road Woods. But really it was the woods up on the mountain below Shane’s house. I did have my cell phone with me and decided to call Shane for a ride. He informed me he was too busy reading a book to come get me. In my dream…. that made absolutely perfect sense and I didn’t argue with him.
I think it started to rain and turned to night immediately after I talked to Shane. I just kept on walking. Its one of those parts I can picture in my head but can’t remember from the dream. I think my brain is trying to fill in gaps.
Anyways, I walked til there was snow overlooking a lake, or maybe it was one of the reservoirs up on the mountain. I don’t know. But I got there, and it was snow covered but clear night. And I sat down. But it wasn’t cold.
And then I woke up.
Wasn’t a bad dream. Kind of nice in that nostalgic sort of way.
I woke up to the Disney classic animated Robin Hood movie in my head.
I used to love this movie. It had good music, awesome Disney animation, animal characters (I loved animal characters) and a fun plot. Stupid good fun.
But the song…. That one song. Especially if you speed it up a little bit. It doesn’t need it, but it is addictive in my head because my brain plays it at 4x speed. My brain plays it at ‘Hamster Dance’ speed (yes, it was that song).
So here you go…. a piece of my mind right now.
I leave this guy in charge when I’m out of the office.
So I had this weird dream about Target last night.
In it I was driving to Target at night with my friend Dani. She was smoking in my car, which I generally don’t allow. Target isn’t far from my apartment, a mile down the road maybe, but it was a slow leisurely ride. The stars were out and there was a large moon in the sky.
When we pulled into the plaza with Target, it was switched with the other store in plaza. Giant Eagle was on the south end of the building in my dream, and Target was on the north end (opposite of reality). I parked and got out. For some reason I had a bag of kitty litter with me. An open bag of kitty litter.
Dani got out too and said she was going to finish her cigarette and then join me in Target so I headed in by myself. I also think I parked in a handicap parking spot. Weird.
I had to be let inside, as the doors had already been locked. Once inside a ‘lead team member’ said, “So you’re the guy hired to change kitty litter tonight.” He lead me around the corner to an office, and said all new workers had to take a drug test. The ‘pee cup’ he handed me was huge.
The office was strange. It looked like a nurse office, but there were no doors (even the bathroom was wide open) and the windows had no blinds. I got ready to fill the cup when I noticed the windows lined a bank drive through, and there were people using it. Without doors, or walls that would hide much, I had few options. I found a corner and did my business.
I came out and handed the guy the cup and he told it would be a good night. He started a walking tour and asked when I had applied. I didn’t know…. In my dream mind I think Sam had applied for me. He said this was the only position people do once. They only apply for one night and then they’re done.
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And that was my Target dream. How bizarre.
Is that a thing?
Cause if it is I think I may have sensitive feet. I can’t stand walking around my apartment picking up dust and what not on the bottom of my feet. It kills me to feel it on the bottom of my feet. I have to take two steps and then dust off my feet, and then take two more steps and dust off my feet some more.
I end up just sweeping. Our apartment is old. As is our cat. The apartment collects dust. They cat scares himself when he uses the litter box and jumps out causing a mess. Its a horrid cycle.
I know. I should use slippers, or always wear socks, but I don’t want to. I like being barefoot. If I could be barefoot at work I would.
I wasn’t always like this. I swear I wasn’t. I used to go barefoot all over the place with no problems. I walked around California for three summers barely wearing shoes. I would walk around outside and up and down stairs barefoot never once caring what I was stepping in or what was on the bottom of my feet. But now…. one pebble and I can’t continue walking.
We even bought a carpet for the bedroom, for my side of the bed, so I would walk on that last before bed and not have to wipe my feet before getting into bed. It’s bad, I admit it.
I’m AJ, and I have sensitive feet.
