No Wire Hangers!

OK OK - where does it start... oh right: Hell. I'm working back at Old Navy - only God knows why - and I see this woman going through these jackets... it must be winter time. So she comes over and asks for some wooden hangers - which I oddly have. So I give her a few not thinking. Then I see her replace the plastic hangers these jackets are on - with the wooden ones and puts the jackets she's doing this with in her cart. Then I run into my manager and she's seeing what's going on and that's when it clicks. She's not supposed to be taking the wooden hangers. No no no... those cost us money. So I go to ask for them back and my manager stops me telling me how the woman would probably fly off the handle as she looks like she's in menopause. (WTF?!) So long story short - I go up to the woman and basically tell her that she can't have them and every time she goes to argue I give her every justification, very confidently and sternly, but nicely and gentle about it. And what'll ya know, she folded... went about her business looking for baby socks. *shakes head* Sometimes I wonder what is goin' on up there when my mind has a chance to run wild on it's own when I'm unconcious. I think I should keep blogging about my dreams. It prooves to be very interesting when you sit back and re-read them. HAHA!

2 Days, 4 Hours, 9 Minutes til Vegas!!!

Mohave 5?

Dream time again... let's see, where do I begin to remember... ok - I know - I was running around this big open area with the metal fences along the edges for where lines were forming. In my right hand were a bunch of metal forks and knives which were hitting each other making noise, almost like I was shaking them to make them make noise, but I continued to run towards the break in the fence so I could get in. That's when I realized I was singing... and so was everyone else. We were all singing the same thing. As we all were making our way toward the entrance to the building we got to a point which seemed like a testing... to see if you could sing good enough. One lady looked at me, smiled this really big smile like she was excited to see me and said "Mohave Five!" and gave me a high-five. I took that as a 'go-ahead' and I started to walk in. As soon as turned the corner to walk in, she stopped me and said "that's a beautiful ring, where did you get it?" I told her "in Italy" then walked in.

That's when I noticed I was with someone... not quite sure who it was, but as we were walking in I met eyes with someone else... someone who I hadn't seen in a very long time. We caught eyes, and recognized each other... but then a bunch more people came in and we lose sight of each other. The person I was with went across the room to what looked like a cafeteria line where the cook behind the line was taking pictures of everyone. Big flashes and he'd turn the camera elsewhere to take another picture. At that point I remember pausing to look around for the guy I had lost but didn't see him. Then I woke up.

So what does it all mean???

So lately I've been dreaming more... a lot more. It's usually rare that I wake up and remember a dream or two as I don't generally go into a deep enough sleep most of the time. Lately, though, I've been waking up and recalling vividly my dreams - who they were about - what was happening - what I was doing/not doing. Most recently, last night in fact, I dreamt a quite interesting dream; which, interestingly enough, included people I had thought about or talked to the day before.

The first thing I remember was talking with Mike. He was sitting on the floor in an empty room and I was standing in front of him and we had dialog. No idea what was actually said, but we were talking... however he didn't look at me once. Next, I recall walking on an upper level of a dorm along a railing which overlooked a courtyard of some kind... I was following someone, again, an unknown dialog transpired between us. I realized who the person was, Adam, while we walked into his room. While he was facing a bookshelf, I came up behind him and was kissing his neck, then a little lower on his back... my hands around his body slightly... then I realized I was kissing a box. Yes... a box - which, in my dream was Adam. (Don't ask me - I am not responsible for what I dream LOL).

What followed next was even stranger... I recall arriving at a church with my mom in our old Pontiac Grand Am (my baby before some bitch made an illegal u-turn and ... nevermind - I digress...). As we're walking up to the church, I realize that I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt and tennis shoes, as my mom was wearing something similar. I see people leaving the church in the same attire but I also see a young boy in a black suit and wearing a flower as if he were in a wedding. When we go inside, we're walking up the right side of the church and I see the same boy - in the same suit and flower laughing and playing. All of a sudden, I'm sitting in the pews on the left side of the church, about half way back from the front. I see a man take a rope and attach it to the pews dividing the church's front half of pews from the back. The rope had a sign hanging in the middle that read "Privileged ________". I can't remember what the second part of the sign read but it started with "Privileged" and we were behind it. At that point, I then realize this is a funeral. Not entirely sure how I came to that conclusion, but it was in fact a funeral. I had a feeling that the person who had died was a very good friend of mine, but again, not sure who it was.

At this point, it's dead quiet (no pun intended) in the church and my cell phone goes off... "oh you don't mean nothing at all to me...". Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right" is blaring from my pocket and everyone turns around and looks at me...

That's when I woke up. My phone was actually ringing and the ringtone had transcended into my dream. Quite an interesting night I must say.