Eek! I'm older!

Even though I have cleared today off for me-things, I still woke  up early.  Sigh.  I can’t help it, as much as I want(ed) to sleep in for a while; I was awakened just a little bit ago by another Ancodia Weirddream®.  Usually—recently—I don’t remember my dreams.  They’re probably just as peculiar as they’ve always been, I’m just not recalling them when I wake up, and that’s really not been bothering me as much as one would think it would, or should.  It saves me the trouble of dismissing them as meaning nothing at all (I am an activation-synthesis-believing-in kind of girl) and then spending time wondering if perhaps any of it had even a hint of meaning (I am trying to keep an open mind).  

So check out what I have to put up with:  I was in my car, one of my old cars, I think alone.  It was night, and I was driving around in a subdivision that was confusing.  Then, out of nowhere comes three red compact cars—the ninja cars—and they start trying to chase me, and then the subdivision police/security start chasing all of us.  I had to do something covert in the sub-d, and the red ninja cars were trying to stop me (they are ninja cars because they didn’t just stay on the road, they jumped and flipped and were all stealthy), so I was having to dodge them.  That part of the dream was like a video game, and it seemed to last a really long time; it was a very involved chase.  Finally, I ditched them for a moment, so I parked my car in the shadows and took off on foot, ‘cos I figured that I would be harder to find that way.  And I was carrying a bag of frozen vegetables, so that I would blend in better; I think it was a bag of broccoli.

This is usually about where I become pretty certain that dreams don’t mean much of anything.  See my point?  Frozen broccoli makes one nondescript?

Butsoanyway.

So I’m walking through this maze of sidewalks in one of the sub-d’s islands of houses—there are no roads here, so the ninja cars can’t see me, though they’re going to figure it out soon and go looking for me on foot, I’m sure.  I have some mysterious destination that I am headed towards at a casual-but-speedy power-walking pace and then all of a sudden, a voice asks me “what are we going to do?” it was a friend of mine who died many years ago.  In my dream, I wasn’t shocked or surprised—she’d been with me the whole time, or just showed up…I don’t know.  I told her I was working on that, and then we saw a woman out walking.  I figured that I could invite the both of us back to her place and that way we would get away from the ninja cars, so I went up to her and started talking, and she invited us back to her house.  When we got there, it was obvious that she lived with other people.  This woman went into another room to do something, and my dead friend started being nosy, looking through shelves and drawers in the living room, even though I told her not to, since we didn’t want to piss the woman off and get thrown out.  Dead-friend comes bouncing up to me holding a DVD box that she found in a drawer of one of the end tables, and asks me if that looks familiar; I glance at it, say no, and tell her to put it back.  She pushes the box in my face, and tells me to *really* look at it, so I do, just to shut dead-friend up, ‘cos she’s getting loud.  Then I realise that it is a porn DVD, a homemade, locally produced job, and it is starring the woman we have come home with—only she’s not a woman, she’s a guy.  She’s dressed on the cover of the DVD too, only with a different wig on and the box clearly announces that it’s by, for, and about transvestites, or somesuch.  

So I’m trying to convince dead-friend to put it back, and the “woman” comes back in the room.  I can tell now that it is a man, though.  What can I say?  It was dark outside, plus I’m tall, so who am I to be all suspicious?  :-P  Anyway, she sees that dead-friend and I are looking at her DVD, and gets pissed off at us for snooping, and tells us to leave.  I have to think fast, so I start complimenting her, and then we start making out.  Dead-friend makes a comment that she can’t understand how in the hell I always do this—meaning either the saving us, getting us into a mess in the first place, or the hooking up with people (which I used to be like, so it could be any of the above)—and goes off into the other room to watch tv while I was…ummm…busy.  

Then I woke up.  O-kay, then.

But the cool thing is, in my dream the woman was wearing the coolest gloves like, ever.  They were *very* long and black and ended up gathering on the upper arm a moderate amount (in a very cool way!), and when we had been outside, I had thought they were polka dotted, but they were actually studded—not like an appliqué, or glitter, but actually studded.  I so want those gloves!  I wonder if I have seen them somewhere, or something.  Hmmm.  If I ever have a life again, they’d be completely fabulous to go out in.  

I *need* those gloves.  Like truly.  

Now if or when I tell Meg (which I probably will not, ‘cos it would be to no end other than to fuel her criticism of me), she would make the nasty comment that I even shop in my sleep, and that’s completely pathetic.  I just know she would.  So in defence, I’d like to point out that I *wasn’t* shopping, just admiring.  However, I may go shopping later.  Nyah.

Yesterday was Mom’s birthday, and she was too busy for me during the day, so I did all the little errands that I’d been putting off for too long, like renewing my tag, getting an oil change, and so on.  At the dealership that does my car, they talked me into putting nitrogen in my tires; it is some new thing that is supposed to be good for tires.  Oh—and plus, NASCAR does it.  As if that was a selling point with me, or something.  Huh?  The only thing I know about NASCAR is that I am relatively sure that they drive around in circles at high speed.  I think.  

Ok, so I wouldn’t bet money on it.  

I have nothing against NASCAR; I just don’t watch it, follow it, or care about it.  Or get it.  If it’s in circles, how in the hell do you know who has won?  You’d have to keep watching it almost constantly to count up who’d done the most circles, right?  Why broadcast that?  When there’s a commercial break, someone might do a couple of circles and take first place, and when they rejoined after the break, one wouldn’t know the new person was first, ‘cos it all looked the same.  Of course the announcer would tell you, but at that point, why even watch?  You could just have someone tell you.  And why are they doing it in the first place?  Who cares who can go in circles the fastest?  

Butsoanyway.

So I have nitrogen in my tires, and it’s kind of cool; they seem overfilled (which I like), and that alone is really neat.  And now I have to have a green cap-thing on my tires, and I don’t like that, but I guess I’ll live.  Well, it kind of ruins the way the car looks ‘cos the green is so out of place, but I’ll get used to it.  It’s not a bad trade-off if I get to keep the tires overfilled!  :-)

So then I had dinner with Mom at this place she likes, and she seemed to have a good time.  I gave her presents, and there was much rejoicing and all.  It was just the two of us, ‘cos Meg had to work, and my brother lives in another state.

Today, I’m going out wandering.  I think that I am going to drive out of the city, over to a nearby town that is just so cute…I always have fun there; they have some very cool shops, and I just like walking around there; it’s pretty.  Plus, they have a pet store there that’s not a big-name store, and maybe I can find a new toy for Squoosh there.  :-)  

And those gloves…I am so very on the lookout now!  :-D