Not Your Average Jane

This week has been really crazy in terms of dreams… Sunday morning/Saturday night I had a dream about people I know from one of my singles groups being in choir at the more casual service at Chapelwood… Talk about odd mixes of my life… Then last night I had odd dream upon odd dream… I don’t remember some of them… But I woke up about 530 this morning after having a dream about a Lost Trailer… For some reason I was calling him Manly Manny from Miami… I wake up and “Why Me” is playing on CMT (I had the TV on for noise all night). I went to bed only to dream that I was at some sort of artist reception and a guy I’ve known most of my life and had a crush on most of that time we’ll call him H. So anyway I dreamed I was at this artist’s showing/reception and I look up and theres a mixed media sort of thing that has a picture of H tossing his son in the air. A very pretty picture… So I walk away and run into H, whose just heard about my new job (I don’t remember what I was doing – maybe it was a foreshadowing of today’s interview? Hopefully.) and was congratulating me on that but was in a rush because he was waitering for the reception. He told me I’d have to stop by while he was working and visit some more. So somehow (I’m still not sure how) I end up in this large hall/gym/reception type area and the Trailers are there (again very odd). And I’m sitting around chatting with people and someone brings in H’s son (the most adorable 2 year old ever) whose very grouchy (tired I’m guessing) and he comes over to me and does the universal kid arms in the air pick me up sign. So I being the mushball I am, pick him and he immediately settles his head on my shoulder, thumb in his mouth and goes to sleep. I end up talking to Potter (the drummer from the Trailers) and he tells me how natural I look holding H’s son. A little while later H makes his way over to me and chuckles a bit when he sees me holding his kiddo. Then he says, so he got to you did he? And I’m like, H, he looks like you as a kid how can he not get to me?
And that’s all I remember of that dream before the alarm went off…
So yeah some very odd dreams indeed…. No clue what any of it means… But I do have hopes about parts… Especially the new job bit… :0) All that reminded me that I also wanted to write an open letter to H… So that’s in the works right now….
But I woke up craving steak for some reason... So after my interview at 11 I stopped by Central Market since it was LITERALLY down the street from the building my interview was in… The interview went REALLY well I think. Apparently I was one of about 250 that had applied but only one of about 8 being brought in to interview… There are 2 more rounds of interviews to take place over the next couple of weeks and I can call and check in whenever and see how things are. They pay what I want, have benefits, the locations amazing (literally about 15 minutes away from my place), and I really liked the people that worked there that I met. And also I really do dig what they do… It’s a non profit child’s advocacy sort of place… Very cool. So here’s to hoping!
So anyway I went to Central… Stocked up, and then came home… Walked the dog, changed clothes and pretty much sacked out on the couch for most of the afternoon… My internet didn’t work so I ended up using my cell phone as a way to email (I can email but its like sending a text message so I never really send anything too long). And then I napped til around dinner and had chicken soup while I watched the Game Plan… Gawd, that was such a sweet movie… I started crying toward the end…. Darn hormones and the plot line…
Then I went to Mom’s to use her internet… Only to get home and find my internet worked again… Whoo hoo!
Too bad now I can’t find one of my TV remotes (I have 3 – one for the cable box, one for the TV and another for the dvd/vcr combo)… I can’t figure out where it went… Its very vexing…
And so far my weekend’s looking really slow… Other than lunch at the Hobbit Café Saturday and maybe a car show with Dave and Mike theres nothing that’s going on that’s got me jazzed… I think I’ve decided to not go to that Super Bowl Party, not just because of stalker gay boy but also because I’ve heard rumors that there’s gonna be major drama there… And I keep as far away from that as possible… So now I just have to decide what I’m going to do for Super Bowl… Cuz I want to at least see the half time show since its Tom Petty… And I dig his gravy…
Other than that not much is going on…
Laters.

posted by Ali @ 11:36 PM