Okay, so last night I dreamed I was back in school, and we were going to be taught ballroom dancing.
But when it came time to partner up, I was left without one, and I got so angry at the realization I was never going to be anybody's choice, I yelled at the teacher, and then took a table that was bolted to the floor, ripped it out, and threw it, Hulk style.
Still accepting all hugs, prayers, and comments of support.
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Dang, Lady ... I think yours caught me in the backwash in
... Dream Space ...
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At work we were having some sort of Big Bash, in a park near a lake ...
And there were all sorts of goodies being whomped up for transport to said bash ...
And no-one would tell me =where= exactly ...
And a friend teased once too many times about the location ... and I broke the friendship ...
And I never did get to the party.
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Woke up, said "Ick! OK, that was all in Dream Space, and it'll fade."
Oo-ooo. That's gonna leave a mess ...
My Æther-net Monitor reports that a huge pile of Huggles have collided and have fallen out of the Æther somewhere over Regina.
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I'm re-sending from my end.
My dream last night
was about Timesheets. Who remembers them? You know that chore you had to perform every Friday. Fill in the data (mostly lies but you didn't care) and send them off.
In my dream, I was being slagged off by a former manager for not filling in a timesheet for three months. It was wierd. I've been retired for 8 years for heavens sake...
The human mind is a strange thing.
Samantha