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nirix5I should have known it would be a shitty day. Days with bizzare dreams always turn out strangely. I blame this particular dream (however, not the stupid day that followed) on reading Livejournals before bed. Mainly, Anna’s journal.
<lj-cut text="Feather’s Bizzare Dream”> Feather's Bizzare Dream: I was dreaming that I was in Gondor’s throne room. This kind of sucked because the entire court was there, and dressed to the nines, while I’m stuck in my dumb old pajamas. Aragorn is sitting there on his throne, looking all kingy and stuff, when all of a sudden this page rushes in, babbling about snow and blizzards coming. Aragorn replied, “Yea, and verily Jesus spake unto me, thou shalt see no snow in the White city for lo! In the City of David there shines a star, and the star is that of Christ, and he sayeth, no snow, forsooth! I beseech thee! Show me the way to Camillus!” Stunned silence from the assembled at this, um, unusual proclamation. Then this heavenly choir starts singing, but instead of religious music or whatever, they’re singing “Excuse me, do you know the way to Kansas City?” Predictably, Aragorn starts singing Van Morrison’s part, and everyone starts to dance. Then Gimli comes over and says in my mother’s voice, “It’s three thirty! Wake up!” Of course, it really is my mother telling me to wake up. I’m a half hour late for work at this point, which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t the only one with a key to the building and poor Joanie has been sitting in her car this whole time, thinking that the store had closed. So I pulled on the first pair of pants that came to hand (my good cargoes- stupid, stupid, stupid!) stuffed a bra in my pocket and ran out the door. Got to work, grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste off the shelf, and finished getting dressed in the bathroom. Started my period, too. Mess, mess, everywhere mess. And cramps. Ugh. Then I had to stay late, to do my sister’s birthday cake. The new containers were too small, so I had to put it in a huge box, and it slid around and god smushed on one side when I put it in the car, which wouldn’t turn over. Finally got that going and got home. By this time it’s one o’clock, so I get to take a shower and go to sleep for a while, yay! And then Kelsey’s friends came over, and we watched the Two Towers. Now they’re watching Pirates of the Caribbean. So now I’m in pain, sickish, and poor, since all my money went on ROTK tickets. My dad decided that he’s not going to let my sister go the the Gathering ball; however, that has yet to be resolved. I’m still trying to pull that off for her, since it’s her sweet sixteen present from me. I have to pay for the opera tickets too, and the phone bill later in the month. Have to finish sewing the costumes (finally decided to go with Arwen’s purple dream dress since it’s the easiest.) And that’s about all I can think of. Fish update: Still alive. Go me.
<lj-cut text="Feather’s Bizzare Dream”> Feather's Bizzare Dream: I was dreaming that I was in Gondor’s throne room. This kind of sucked because the entire court was there, and dressed to the nines, while I’m stuck in my dumb old pajamas. Aragorn is sitting there on his throne, looking all kingy and stuff, when all of a sudden this page rushes in, babbling about snow and blizzards coming. Aragorn replied, “Yea, and verily Jesus spake unto me, thou shalt see no snow in the White city for lo! In the City of David there shines a star, and the star is that of Christ, and he sayeth, no snow, forsooth! I beseech thee! Show me the way to Camillus!” Stunned silence from the assembled at this, um, unusual proclamation. Then this heavenly choir starts singing, but instead of religious music or whatever, they’re singing “Excuse me, do you know the way to Kansas City?” Predictably, Aragorn starts singing Van Morrison’s part, and everyone starts to dance. Then Gimli comes over and says in my mother’s voice, “It’s three thirty! Wake up!” Of course, it really is my mother telling me to wake up. I’m a half hour late for work at this point, which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t the only one with a key to the building and poor Joanie has been sitting in her car this whole time, thinking that the store had closed. So I pulled on the first pair of pants that came to hand (my good cargoes- stupid, stupid, stupid!) stuffed a bra in my pocket and ran out the door. Got to work, grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste off the shelf, and finished getting dressed in the bathroom. Started my period, too. Mess, mess, everywhere mess. And cramps. Ugh. Then I had to stay late, to do my sister’s birthday cake. The new containers were too small, so I had to put it in a huge box, and it slid around and god smushed on one side when I put it in the car, which wouldn’t turn over. Finally got that going and got home. By this time it’s one o’clock, so I get to take a shower and go to sleep for a while, yay! And then Kelsey’s friends came over, and we watched the Two Towers. Now they’re watching Pirates of the Caribbean. So now I’m in pain, sickish, and poor, since all my money went on ROTK tickets. My dad decided that he’s not going to let my sister go the the Gathering ball; however, that has yet to be resolved. I’m still trying to pull that off for her, since it’s her sweet sixteen present from me. I have to pay for the opera tickets too, and the phone bill later in the month. Have to finish sewing the costumes (finally decided to go with Arwen’s purple dream dress since it’s the easiest.) And that’s about all I can think of. Fish update: Still alive. Go me.
