Another Late Night

When I was a child, I only remember ONE of my nightmares. In my dream, I awoke in my bed and there was a huge boa constrictor type snake next to me. I was paralyzed with fear and it bit me in the thumb.

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So tonight I'm up with worry (again). Nightmares, worry, and frustration seem to frequent my evenings (and days for that matter). Lately, I have been having nightmares about snakes. In the first nightmare, a snake fell from the ceiling. It fell right in front of my body, I felt it as it fell. In fact, I woke up gasping/screaming. In the second nightmare there was one snake and I was getting used to it. I wasn't happy about it being there but, I wasn't as panicky and as scared with it being there. Then all of a sudden, snakes started coming out of everywhere. Little snakes, medium sized snakes. There were hundreds.

I read an article online that said snakes can symbolize worry and unresolved issues. Maybe in the first dream I had one issue and it was being put before me to resolve. Whether I liked it or not, it was being forced in the forefront for me to tackle. Maybe I haven't quite conquered this task, therefore my second dream meant my issues are going to multiply.

Great.

What if it's a matter of I don't know how to do this task, or I don't want to do this task, or I can't do this task? Am I going to have nightmares about snakes forever? How do I stop worrying? Should I take the Bob Newhart advice and just "STOP IT!"? I wish I could! That's easier said that done.

One of my favorite dreams when I was a child was of flying. Maybe I could have that dream tonight. Um.....I wouldn't mind flying with John Legend "So High". :)

P.s. After writing this, I attempted to find a picture of a snake to post. Not the brightest idea. The images were quite scary. Going to go with a picture of John Legend instead.

If I'm stupid, what does that make you?

Ok so you get two posts today. Aren't you lucky?

The previous post was heavily edited, this one cannot be, so there will be offensive language. It is part of the story not gratuitous.

So this morning, "someone" asks me if a certain person called. I had seen "someone" at four and gave him the messages of the people who had called. So I assume that he means from four to five did this person call. I said I don't believe so but, if he called earlier in the day, I directed him to your cell. (Something to that effect). No more than an hour later, "someone" is on the phone with the caller he had asked about. I specifically hear the conversation (to a point--which will be integral). Not that I'm ease dropping, it's just that the area that we are in is small and some people speak loud. They are talking about Dr. and allergies and the sun. Then there comes a point in the conversation where it is said, "Did you call yesterday?" "She said you didn't" now the volume gets much lower but I still overhear "She's fucking stupid".

---------I'm going to put an aside here because this totally retribution for calling someone a stupid heifer. I just realized this. LOL-------------------------

Anyways, if you know me well enough to know the stupid heifer incident, you know that I am not much of one for confrontation. It would be totally in character for me to simply pretend that I didn't hear it.

You would be proud though. I don't know where this courage came from but, as soon as he got off the phone and walked past me, I asked "Did you just call me fucking stupid to your client?" He look surprised. Of course there was an explanation that it was not me that he was talking about and that he was talking about how doctors are stupid because they don't look at medical history before filling what could be a prescription that could react negatively with standing prescriptions or medical conditions.

Did he-didn't he? I will never know. So we'll take it at face value. I heard something. I defended myself. Go me!

I need a beer.

Talk Amongst Yourselves?

Today I clicked on an article on CNN.com about Yom Kippur. So I read about three sentences when this (somewhat) unrelated picture, in a ancillary side bar, caught my eye. At first glance, I thought it was showing an anti-Semitic act (I thought the marquee belonged a synagogue) but, then I realized no. Then, I thought it was CNN's disappointingly moronic attempt at placement irony(that this picture is being advertised on an article about a Jewish holiday). I guess because I clicked on an article about religion, this picture came up. Whatever. After that, I started to think about what the simple sign said and what it meant.

The sign belonged to a Christian Church.

He Lives!
He Reigns!
End of discussion.

Three statements. Two descriptive, one command.

The first thing I wondered was, "Where was the discussion?" If you are ending a discussion there has to be a beginning. For a discussion to take place there should be two people speaking. There was no dialogue. One person speaking is not a discussion. Giving me two statements and then concluding without the opportunity to speak is not a discussion.

So you may believe "He Lives", you may believe "He Reigns" but, also believe even Shakespeare had detractors who would not applaud his monologues.

--------Ok so you might not like this but, did it make you think? Leave a comment. Start a DISCUSSION :)

My life as a PSA

My boss came in my office and plucked out one of his nose hairs. This is the hell. My life should be a public service campaign. I have enough public service announcements to last the entire summer.



Don't be like me. Get a college degree. Don't be condemned to work in hell.

Racism hurts. Fight back. Kick racial slurs to the curb.

Negativity is positively self destructive.

Each of us have our own place on the planet. There's no room for misanthropy.

Curiosity killed the cat. Stop the feline murder. Mind your own business.

Hand sanitizer is $1.50. A staph infection is an office co-pay and prescription bills. Keep clean.

Grown ass men should wipe their own grown ass. Dependency is only acceptable in infancy and infirmary.

Opinions and thoughts should be developed like a fine wine, not regurgitated like cheap tequila.



Sigh. Only one and a half years left of my time share in hell.