"'Cause his world is built on punctuality--it never fails!"

[mousme]

Or, in which my dreams are a lot more literal than I'd like, and yet still more awesome than my current life. I think this one was triggered by my alarm clock, but I can't be sure. Either way, in my dream I woke up to the strains of "A Well-Respected Man" by The Kinks and started getting ready to go to work. Only in my dream I was actually Susan Ivanova (see icon), or at least her equivalent in whatever my new dream-universe was. My duties weren't exactly clear, nor did it seem to matter, as most of the dream involved being very annoyed at having to get up so damned early. Ivanova, as I recall, was not a morning person in Babylon 5, either. :) I was kind of disappointed when I woke up and realised that if I wanted to listen to The Kinks then I'd have to fiddle with my playlists on my iPhone myself, rather than have a spontaneous soundtrack to my life. I was still pretty displeased at having to get up at 3:50, so that part of the dream was nicely literal. Also, I am not Claudia Christian, which is a perpetual source of disappointment.

I've been having some very interesting dreams lately. Last week one of them involved my terraforing an entire new planet, and I spent a very long time amidst verdant fronds and lush grasslands, watching as all the new plant life sprang up out of what had once been lifeless soil. There were no animals yet, but it didn't seem to matter. It was a very pleasant dream, far moreso than one the next night in which I was carrying home a very large cat (maybe it was Pan-Pan? I can't be sure), and while the walk itself was very pleasant, by the time we reached our destination we were both covered in leeches. I had seen the leeches attach themselves to the cat, but hadn't realised that I, too, had a number of them attached to me, mostly on top of my head and under my clothes. It was a lot of trouble to remove them, as I recall, because every time I pulled them off they would launch themselves back at me, the sucker-parts of their mouths opened grotesquely and improbably large, and try to attach themselves again. When they did latch on it hurt, like being stuck with a needle, and by this time I was covered in blood that dripping from all the tiny holes they'd created. It wasn't a frightening dream, but it was certainly very unpleasant. I mean, really? Hundreds of leeches and being drenched in blood? My subconscious is weird.

I occasionally wish I could keep a dream journal, especially at moments like these when I remember my dreams more vividly than usual, but my lifestyle does not lend itself well to that. For one thing, my dreams tend to dissipate quickly after I wake, for the most part. I'm rather surprised I remembered these ones. So it's not like I can wait for a quiet moment in the day to write down what I dreamed about, because by then they're gone. I'm told that, ideally, I should write down my dreams immediately upon waking. That always makes me wonder what sort of wonderful fantasy world these people live in, that they think I have a free half hour right upon waking to do that. It's a bit like Julia Cameron's "Morning Pages" in that sense. I already wake up at 3:50 to be on time for work. I refuse to get up earlier than that and be even more exhausted than I currently am, just so I can record my dreams or let myself do stream-of-consciousness writing. Seriously, fuck that noise. Even on my days off, there are other things to be done upon waking (like making the bed, getting dressed, getting breakfast going, helping with Bean, what have you) that preclude sitting down with a notebook in quiet recollection of my slumbers.

In other, unrelated news, I am hoping for a quieter week at work. Last week thoroughly kicked my ass. This week is shorter, but there is more work on weekdays than weekends, so if work decides to be a pain again, I am going to be put through the wringer. I can't wait for the Olympics to be over, it'll simplify my life like you wouldn't believe.

I also have to remember to talk to my coworkers when they come in about possibly switching some shifts around so that I can be there for Bean's birthday party next month. The only weekend that pdaughter doesn't have her cake decorating class is a weekend that I'm working a night shift. It would run her ragged to have to prep his birthday party and attend her class (she has to bake a cake for the class, so that would mean having to bake two cakes in the same week, plus all the other class prep and all the party prep), therefore it makes more sense to have it on the weekend when she's free. Since I'd very much like to be there for Bean's birthday, I have a few choices. I can try to switch shifts with people, and if that doesn't work I can ask to take the shift off. I don't know if that will be feasible, since my co-worker is out until April 7th, which means my boss would have to call in someone for overtime to cover my shift, and I'm not sure he'll be able to. Luckily, since I'm working a night shift, I'm still technically "free" during the day. I can leave work and drive directly home in time for the party, then drive back to Ottawa for my night shift. It wouldn't be pretty, but I can do it and have done it before for other things, though, granted, at the time it didn't involve commuting from a different city. Still, it's doable, and if it means I don't miss Bean's birthday, I'm sure I can manage. I hope it won't come to that, though.

Off I go to work, jiggety-jig. See you on the flip side, LJ!

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Apparently it has been a good week for weird dreams >.>