Seriously? I have some messed up dreams! I was tossing and turning all night, so there were two distinct dreamlets that I remember.
At work. Bouncing between my current job and my old job.
Having to sit in someone else's messy office and I can't find anything.
There's a tornado coming across the field to the west of us (IRL, it's another factory), and I'm watching Cami (my Chevy Cobalt) get rocked, and then lifted up and slammed through the first floor of plate glass windows (IRL, they're only about half windows that don't open). I've got papers and notes and all kinds of things in my now-destroyed car that are being scattered to the four winds that I have to track down.
Guess who's fault it is that my car is now inside my workplace?
Remember the friend I'm having dinner with? It had to get moved to this Wednesday due to work conflicts. So...
Mr Realist and I are on the way to Decatur (for why, I don't know), and I decided that we're going to stop off and check out this little hole-in-the-wall diner. We poke around, and E pulls into the small gravel lot. I give him a big hug, and introduce him to Mr Realist; they get along and Mr R doesn't want to kill him.
We have dinner, then E has things for me - all duck stuff (I collect them...or I used to. Have too many). So I get my things and Mr Realist and I head out. No conflict, no worries.
I'm such a weirdo. I'll have a Bitch and Moan Monday for you later.
Just had to get these out before I forgot.
Heepwah, and be safe out there.