Apparently I was at work, but I was sitting at a student desk...in a row of student desks. I was sitting at the far left desk in row two or three. I was doing an exercise that required skills that I had; it wasn't all that difficult. But everyone around me kept interrupting or distracting me...and it was REALLY getting on my nerves.
Rickey S was sitting to my right. He had to keep telling me about his progress through the same exercise. He was so proud of himself with every step he successfully completed. At first, I tried to be polite and cheer him on. Then I just smiled a fake smile. But eventually, I flat out told him that I needed him to stop bothering me so that I could finish my own exercise.
The person sitting to his right was Sandra Oh (Christina Yang from "Grey's Anatomy"). She was also interrupting me to tell me how she was doing, though not as often as Rickey. Eventually, I told them I was moving so I could get my own work done. They were offended that I was so bothered by them, but I didn't care.
I picked up my things and started wandering the room to find a quieter, more isolated place to do my work. I ended up at a very small, kindergarten-sized table with the tiniest chairs I've ever seen. But I sat down to work on my exercise.
At first, I was all alone and working along. But the next thing I know, there are others around the table...and snacks. Kathy L was sitting next to me. She picked up a jar of salt and said she loved the smell of salt, but noted that this was especially pungent. She held it up to me and I smelled it and had to agree. Then she stuck her finger in another jar, pulled it out and smelled it. She pointed her finger at me and asked me what I thought it smelled like. I told her it was sugar. She agreed and our smelling game was over. I'm not sure why Kathy's interruptions didn't bother me as much as Ricky and Sandra, except that maybe because she was talking about something other than the exercise I was working on.
I finished my work and went to return to my desk. On my way, I noticed that John M (the local principal, not always one of my favorite people) was passing out pieces of paper. It was notebook paper from a medium-sized notebook, with the fringe still at the top of the pages. I don't know how or why, but it was known that these pieces of paper were equivalent to pink slips. As I was walking back to my original desk, I was curious if I had one.
I was interrupted a couple of times getting to my desk. But once I got there, I noticed that I did in fact have one of those pieces of paper. I picked it up and it no longer looked like it was torn out of a notebook. It was a 3" by 8" card stock quality card, mostly typed. But in one corner it said, "2 weeks" written in ink. On the inside, I seemed to be excited...though it was likely due to my co-workers getting on my nerves that day.
I looked out the small window on the door, which was only about ten feet away from me. I noticed that the employees in that room were getting the same information, but all at the same time, sitting at their conference room table. They were crying, but not outwardly angry. Eventually, they walked through our office, carrying boxes of their things. It was obvious that they'd been crying.
I then decided that I'd clean out my desk. At first I thought that I didn't have much to pack, as I didn't have much on my desk. But when I opened one of the drawers, it was wide and deep, almost like a trunk. I had a lot of non-office stuff in that drawer. I don't remember everything, but I do remember: Jeff's old baby clothes, a black lace bra, two beaded necklaces (one red, one blue), gold earrings shaped like a flat diamond with the initials WS on them, change, tangled necklaces, and pens. I got everything to fit in one Xerox paper box.
In a completely different dream (I know this because I woke up and wrote details of the above dream and then went back to sleep and woke up with this memory), I was in a room with Lynn G and a handful of other singers. Lynn was our music teacher/piano player. She was telling us what our performance schedule was. But it was taking forever. She'd start telling us something and would get off track. For instance, at one point she said we were going to sing Tuesday. I asked her which Tuesday. She went into a long story about why we couldn't sing any other time, that Tuesday was really the only time that worked for this particular audience. I'm thinking, fine! But which Tuesday? I just want to update my damn calendar. What's up with all the back-story for each of these singing dates?! I think she was combating our arguments before they even came up and was much more focused on that, than just giving us the darn schedule.
At one point, someone asked me if I was singing with Cliff M. I told them that I didn't even know that Cliff was singing...and I mentioned who I was singing with. Apparently there was a lead male singer in our performance. This was the first that I'd heard that there were two male leads. When I asked Lynn about it, she said, "You're not going to like it." I remember thinking, "Why would I care how many male leads there were?"
Well, I guess at first, we were splitting our group and each singing at half the venues. Cliff was the male lead for one group and I can't remember who the male lead was for my group. But for whatever reason, that plan fell through. So, now we had twice as many performances to do. I love to sing! But I remember thinking, "How are we supposed to get all of these performances in?" That apparently was the part I wasn't going to like. And she was right.
Dream #3? I remember going through a maze of some sort with Jeff. It was like a Children's Museum. Each room had different colored walls. They were bright colors: red, blue, green, yellow. I don't remember much about it. But at times we were sitting on square-shaped skateboards with four wheels. But other times we were walking. And I seem to remember that we pushed a button and a door opened, in order for us to go from one room to the next. It was like going into an elevator. But instead of going up or down, we'd simply walk into the next room.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Friday, Jan 13, 2012
I was in a classroom with lots of people. I was one of the students. We were all given an exercise to do. I completed my exercise with no issues. Then people started voicing their frustrations with the exercise. So, I started helping them.
The exercise was akin to creating a project structure in ERP. I quickly realized that some folks were simply trying to create a project that already existed. So, I was going around the room asking everyone what their project number was. I remember two things about this exercise. I remembered almost everyone's name and was embarrassed when I couldn't. Once I wrote down someone's name and their project number, only to find out that I remembered her name incorrectly. The second thing I remember was that some of the folks didn't even know enough about the exercise to know what a project number was.
Oh, a third thing...a handful of people got so frustrated with the exercise that they gave up and didn't make much effort to finish it. After writing down everyone's project number, I was going to walk them all through creating a project, step-by-step.
Not sure why I went from student to teacher. And I'm not sure who the teacher was or where they were.
In another dream, I was driving on a two lane road, following a few cars of people I knew. I had four text books with me. Two large books and two smaller books. At one point, traffic was stopped for construction. We got out of our cars and were sitting around talking. For some reason, I pulled out my four books to show my friends. Then traffic started moving and I put the books back in my bag and started driving again.
In another dream...or another part of one of those dreams, I was with Terri R and one other person. We were driving down a street lined by homes and buildings. Kind of quaint. I can't remember what we were looking for exactly. But eventually we ended up in a bar...and Terri R turned into Stephanie M.
Stephanie knew exactly what she wanted, ordered it, and was enjoying it. I was trying to figure out what I wanted, when a drink appeared in front of me. The bartender (a woman) told me I owed her $4.50. I gave her a $20. I had no idea what was in the glass, but I drank it anyway. The bartender returned with my change. In that same moment our third person (maybe Terri R or Karen A) ordered a drink. The bartender then took back my change to cover that person's drink. So, I didn't get my change back.
We were sitting on bar stools on a slope. I was on the downhill side and I kept sliding down the 'hill'. I found this very annoying. At one point, I was showing Stephanie how if I didn't hang on the bar, I would slide down the 'hill' and into the room full of tables and chairs. I was even spinning in circles on my bar stool as I did this.
The exercise was akin to creating a project structure in ERP. I quickly realized that some folks were simply trying to create a project that already existed. So, I was going around the room asking everyone what their project number was. I remember two things about this exercise. I remembered almost everyone's name and was embarrassed when I couldn't. Once I wrote down someone's name and their project number, only to find out that I remembered her name incorrectly. The second thing I remember was that some of the folks didn't even know enough about the exercise to know what a project number was.
Oh, a third thing...a handful of people got so frustrated with the exercise that they gave up and didn't make much effort to finish it. After writing down everyone's project number, I was going to walk them all through creating a project, step-by-step.
Not sure why I went from student to teacher. And I'm not sure who the teacher was or where they were.
In another dream, I was driving on a two lane road, following a few cars of people I knew. I had four text books with me. Two large books and two smaller books. At one point, traffic was stopped for construction. We got out of our cars and were sitting around talking. For some reason, I pulled out my four books to show my friends. Then traffic started moving and I put the books back in my bag and started driving again.
In another dream...or another part of one of those dreams, I was with Terri R and one other person. We were driving down a street lined by homes and buildings. Kind of quaint. I can't remember what we were looking for exactly. But eventually we ended up in a bar...and Terri R turned into Stephanie M.
Stephanie knew exactly what she wanted, ordered it, and was enjoying it. I was trying to figure out what I wanted, when a drink appeared in front of me. The bartender (a woman) told me I owed her $4.50. I gave her a $20. I had no idea what was in the glass, but I drank it anyway. The bartender returned with my change. In that same moment our third person (maybe Terri R or Karen A) ordered a drink. The bartender then took back my change to cover that person's drink. So, I didn't get my change back.
We were sitting on bar stools on a slope. I was on the downhill side and I kept sliding down the 'hill'. I found this very annoying. At one point, I was showing Stephanie how if I didn't hang on the bar, I would slide down the 'hill' and into the room full of tables and chairs. I was even spinning in circles on my bar stool as I did this.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Wednesday, Jan 11, 2012
Ugh! I had another dream about sex with my ex! I hate that! And it wasn't even a good experience...except that afterwards (like hours afterwards), I asked him why he didn't seem to WANT to do it WHILE we were doing it. We had a serious heart-to-heart and I think we ended up on the same page after that. I remember thinking that I went from feeling like we were splitting up to feeling like we were going to be alright.
JUST SO YOU KNOW:
I haven't spoken to my ex since our son graduated from high school nearly three years ago. I have no desire to see him or speak to him again...because of actions he's taken in the last couple of years. And I'm pretty sure he feels the same way...not that I care how he feels.
In another dream, I was teaching a large class. There were actually several of us teaching. We were in one room and had to move to another. We couldn't find our original room at first, but eventually we did. It seemed we had to walk past it, turn around, and come back to it. Strange. But we got there nonetheless.
Once there, one of the students said they wanted to know about something specific, and she described it with four letters, like ADPE, but I don't think that was it. As instructors, we were never taught this section of the course and told her we weren't qualified to teach it. In fact, I remember telling her that I was under no obligation to teach her something that wasn't taught to me. She (and others) weren't happy about this.
I also remember that the students (adults, though mostly young adults) were a bit out of hand. I had to keep yelling to get their attention. Finally I told them, at the top of my voice, that if they didn't quiet down so that we could get though this course, I would ask them to leave...and they wouldn't get their qualifications for this course. That REALLY started ticking people off.
Then Christina R. showed up. I jumped on top of a table and got everyone's attention, told them who Christina was, and told them that although I'd asked them to be on their best behavior before, they had better be now that Christina was there.
JUST SO YOU KNOW:
I've been out of the schoolhouse for a month now (woohoo!). None of my classes were as large as the one in my dream. Christina was in charge of all training NAVSEA-wide. She did come to Crane a couple of times and even walked into one of my classes. She was no threat though and the students were perfectly amiable before she arrived and after she left.
JUST SO YOU KNOW:
I haven't spoken to my ex since our son graduated from high school nearly three years ago. I have no desire to see him or speak to him again...because of actions he's taken in the last couple of years. And I'm pretty sure he feels the same way...not that I care how he feels.
In another dream, I was teaching a large class. There were actually several of us teaching. We were in one room and had to move to another. We couldn't find our original room at first, but eventually we did. It seemed we had to walk past it, turn around, and come back to it. Strange. But we got there nonetheless.
Once there, one of the students said they wanted to know about something specific, and she described it with four letters, like ADPE, but I don't think that was it. As instructors, we were never taught this section of the course and told her we weren't qualified to teach it. In fact, I remember telling her that I was under no obligation to teach her something that wasn't taught to me. She (and others) weren't happy about this.
I also remember that the students (adults, though mostly young adults) were a bit out of hand. I had to keep yelling to get their attention. Finally I told them, at the top of my voice, that if they didn't quiet down so that we could get though this course, I would ask them to leave...and they wouldn't get their qualifications for this course. That REALLY started ticking people off.
Then Christina R. showed up. I jumped on top of a table and got everyone's attention, told them who Christina was, and told them that although I'd asked them to be on their best behavior before, they had better be now that Christina was there.
JUST SO YOU KNOW:
I've been out of the schoolhouse for a month now (woohoo!). None of my classes were as large as the one in my dream. Christina was in charge of all training NAVSEA-wide. She did come to Crane a couple of times and even walked into one of my classes. She was no threat though and the students were perfectly amiable before she arrived and after she left.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Dec 19, 2011
I had a dream that I was getting married. My future husband was Keith M. I haven't seen Keith in years and I've never dated him.
In my dream, I waited too long to start to get ready. I was running around all over the house (a house that was not mine or anyone I know) trying to get things together and finish getting ready. The whole time I kept thinking that I wasn't going to be ready in time. Ultimately, the wedding started about 20 minutes late.
My slip was too long. So my mom and I were looking for safety pins to pin it up. We were looking in desk drawers and on shelves.
After I finished doing my hair, I kept wanting to put my veil on, but Mom said I shouldn't put it on until AFTER the wedding. I found that strange, but agreed with her nonetheless.
There was an out-of-control kid running around with a chocolate ice cream cone, making a mess where ever he went. I remember having to watch my step so I didn't slip in the ice cream.
My bridesmaids kept asking me which order they were supposed to walk in. I remember Mykle and Terri, but I can't remember my third bridesmaid. But I didn't understand why they couldn't remember the order.
Another thing I remember is that I'd never even kissed this man that I was going to marry. In my dream, I KNEW that I didn't have a full relationship with Keith, but still I was excited by the idea of marrying him anyway.
When we got to the church, Mykle's mom came up to me and told me she had a surprise for me. I opened the bag and it was a strapless bra. It was then that I realized that the one I was wearing had straps that were wider than the spaghetti straps of my dress. So, the girls gathered around me and I changed bras right there in the vestibule of the church. I remember that the bra was pretty with one blue cup and one pink cup.
I don't remember anything after that...no walking down the aisle, no you may kiss the bride, no getting married.
In my dream, I waited too long to start to get ready. I was running around all over the house (a house that was not mine or anyone I know) trying to get things together and finish getting ready. The whole time I kept thinking that I wasn't going to be ready in time. Ultimately, the wedding started about 20 minutes late.
My slip was too long. So my mom and I were looking for safety pins to pin it up. We were looking in desk drawers and on shelves.
After I finished doing my hair, I kept wanting to put my veil on, but Mom said I shouldn't put it on until AFTER the wedding. I found that strange, but agreed with her nonetheless.
There was an out-of-control kid running around with a chocolate ice cream cone, making a mess where ever he went. I remember having to watch my step so I didn't slip in the ice cream.
My bridesmaids kept asking me which order they were supposed to walk in. I remember Mykle and Terri, but I can't remember my third bridesmaid. But I didn't understand why they couldn't remember the order.
Another thing I remember is that I'd never even kissed this man that I was going to marry. In my dream, I KNEW that I didn't have a full relationship with Keith, but still I was excited by the idea of marrying him anyway.
When we got to the church, Mykle's mom came up to me and told me she had a surprise for me. I opened the bag and it was a strapless bra. It was then that I realized that the one I was wearing had straps that were wider than the spaghetti straps of my dress. So, the girls gathered around me and I changed bras right there in the vestibule of the church. I remember that the bra was pretty with one blue cup and one pink cup.
I don't remember anything after that...no walking down the aisle, no you may kiss the bride, no getting married.
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