Weird weird dreams
Feb. 14th, 2004 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pixiecrinkleI slept long and hard last night. I'd stayed up pretty late knitting (I'm finally making something for myself! A sleeveless sweater) then took a bubblebath. I was reading in bed, and was nodding off and remember thinking, "I'd better watch out, or I'm going to fall asleep with the light on and my glasses on." This was about 1:30.
Well, guess what? About 7:00, I woke up and could see. And hear PJ Harvey. So I took off the glasses and turned out the light and rolled over. Of course it was still light, because turning out the light didn't turn out the sun. Just left the CD to play out.
Woke up again about 10:00 wondering what the hell I'd done to make my neck so stiff. Rolled over again to fix that.
Finally got out of bed around noon. But the dreams were beyond weird. Here's what I remember:
I was somewhere with most of my extended family, and a few other people. My grandparents were talking about taking me out to dinner for my birthday. I agreed to a date, then they asked my uncle (who is shady in real life) how many to make reservations for. He said 15 because he'd met some students from Capital Law School that were coming along. I said that if that was the case then I was going to politely decline because I didn't feel like having a dozen people I didn't know at my birthday (note: he would do this, with not so many people in real life. He likes to feel he's impressing people by introducting them to other people. It's odd). They all argued amongst themselves, when I finally realized who the woman beside me on the couch was -- my uncle's ex wife, who divorced him in the early 80s. I haven't seen her since I was 5 or 6. I'd love to run into her though--she was my favorite aunt in those days.
I was in what was supposed to be Piercology, but it looked different. I was talking to a female piercer about getting my nose pierced (I really am contemplating this) and expressed my nervousness since I haven't had a piercing done in about 5 years. She invited me to come back to the piercing area to talk. Next thing I know, she's putting foundation on my face (to help her with hole placement -- huh?) and then she pierces my left nostril with something that looks like a staple gun. I am astounded because I felt *nothing* and am gushing about her technique until I realize that we haven't discussed jewelry, and she's pierced my nostril with what looks like a 1 carat diamond stud. A little big for my face. Not only that, but somehow, it's mate was also shot through, and *falls out of my nose*. It has a back on it like a normal earring. I begin to freak out a little and go up front to see if they can switch me to a captive bead ring. They claim they may not have the proper size in stock. I'm freaking out about the enormous piece of jewelry in the middle of my face, wondering what people at work will think, and what my mother's going to say, when I wake up.
Hmmmm....maybe I will try something adventurous this weekend. Or maybe that's a warning.
Now it's off to recycling, ingredient buying for Iron Chef Family Dinner: Decadence and a-laundering. I'm little miss domestic!!!
Well, guess what? About 7:00, I woke up and could see. And hear PJ Harvey. So I took off the glasses and turned out the light and rolled over. Of course it was still light, because turning out the light didn't turn out the sun. Just left the CD to play out.
Woke up again about 10:00 wondering what the hell I'd done to make my neck so stiff. Rolled over again to fix that.
Finally got out of bed around noon. But the dreams were beyond weird. Here's what I remember:
I was somewhere with most of my extended family, and a few other people. My grandparents were talking about taking me out to dinner for my birthday. I agreed to a date, then they asked my uncle (who is shady in real life) how many to make reservations for. He said 15 because he'd met some students from Capital Law School that were coming along. I said that if that was the case then I was going to politely decline because I didn't feel like having a dozen people I didn't know at my birthday (note: he would do this, with not so many people in real life. He likes to feel he's impressing people by introducting them to other people. It's odd). They all argued amongst themselves, when I finally realized who the woman beside me on the couch was -- my uncle's ex wife, who divorced him in the early 80s. I haven't seen her since I was 5 or 6. I'd love to run into her though--she was my favorite aunt in those days.
I was in what was supposed to be Piercology, but it looked different. I was talking to a female piercer about getting my nose pierced (I really am contemplating this) and expressed my nervousness since I haven't had a piercing done in about 5 years. She invited me to come back to the piercing area to talk. Next thing I know, she's putting foundation on my face (to help her with hole placement -- huh?) and then she pierces my left nostril with something that looks like a staple gun. I am astounded because I felt *nothing* and am gushing about her technique until I realize that we haven't discussed jewelry, and she's pierced my nostril with what looks like a 1 carat diamond stud. A little big for my face. Not only that, but somehow, it's mate was also shot through, and *falls out of my nose*. It has a back on it like a normal earring. I begin to freak out a little and go up front to see if they can switch me to a captive bead ring. They claim they may not have the proper size in stock. I'm freaking out about the enormous piece of jewelry in the middle of my face, wondering what people at work will think, and what my mother's going to say, when I wake up.
Hmmmm....maybe I will try something adventurous this weekend. Or maybe that's a warning.
Now it's off to recycling, ingredient buying for Iron Chef Family Dinner: Decadence and a-laundering. I'm little miss domestic!!!
