Freaky Dream
Boober checks out Sunny D.
In the dream, my family was visiting the radio/computer
room of some skinny guy who was supposed to be Dick
Marcinko but actually was nothing like him, except for his long black
ponytailed hair. All the equipment looked like military issue, computers
and radios and all manner of green equipment with stainless steel handles
on their faces and black knobs and dials everywhere. My left eyeball
had fallen out. Apparently it had just recently become useless, and
I needed to get it back in. This guy was in a similar situation so
I asked him to help me reinsert it, but he said this is something I have
to learn to do myself. My eye felt larger than it should, swollen
for some reason, but I relaxed my eye muscles much like I have to relax
my pelvic muscles for an exam at the GYN office, and finally slid it in.
It was indeed swollen and cold, and therefore uncomfortable, but I got
used to it.
We talked more about internet things and HTML, then
it was time to do some taijutsu training. Four of us, the HuzBend,
the guy, some woman I hadn't met yet, and I, sat in a square facing inward
on the floor, our feet soles together in that modified lotus position,
and began to stretch out. Just then Misha, the dog that belongs to
my huz, stopped right in front of us and began to pee on the light blue
carpet. I stopped him and went for a leash to take him out.
Outside, it was raining. The cozy room we'd
been in was inside a huge rickety barn, with all kinds of holes in its
roof. Misha refused to pee, sniffed all around instead, dragging
me through and around some pretty deep puddles. Part of the barn
had a wall that did not extend all the way to the floor, and inside were
lots of chickens in straw. The dog tried to go under and chase the
chickens, but a big breasty rooster chased him off. Misha nearly
pulled me into what looked like a shaft of some kind, filled with water.
He was walking on a metal plank that spanned it, but it wasn't fastened
securely on the other side. I pulled him off it by the leash.
Somehow along the way he became a bovine creature
of some sort. He still looked like Misha, just Misha the small bull
or large calf or something. We came to a fenced-off area inside the
barn with others "of his own kind," mostly cows and calves. I turned
him loose in the pen to get acquainted, but he looked so scraggly and flea-bitten,
and even got great lumps all over him, as though there were potatoes hidden
under his skin. The bull of the herd peed on him, and he came skulking
back to me.
***
I was going to switch to a weekly schedule of paying
the sitter, cuz I felt she wasn't getting her fair share being paid a two-week
wage twice a month, since there are more than four weeks worth of days
in a month. I didn't know how I was gonna swing that though, and
then she beat me to it, telling me Monday that the second payment in the
month had to be adjusted for the extra days, so it was more than I had
been prepared to pay. My conscience feels better, but my account
feels lousy. I hadda get some out of the joint account, more than
could really be spared, and only the absolute minimum is left in my own
account to keep it open.
I hate this entrepreneur crap.
There's this job I really want, but it's in Toronto.
Not the kind of job you can telecommute to either, doggone it. I
feel obligated to stay within a few hours' distance of the kids' father.
Brooklynguy says I should find out if the company will move to New York,
hehe. Actually, the job is one that might be movable to other metropolitan
areas, so I need to talk to my contact about that possibility.
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