A foggy day in London town....

2012-02-03T09:10:00.001-05:00

It is very foggy out this morning, except that this isn't London. It's mid-west America, but whatever. Before you think this post couldn't get anymore pointless, I'll share this bit of useless information: every time I hear that song I'm reminded of the Rocky and Bullwinkle episode when Boris sings, "A foggy night in Frostbite Falls...."

So, I'm feeling very 'woe is me' today, and don't really have anything brilliant to share, so here's a super cute picture of some kitty cats. You're welcome:

Source: catatar.com via Kaitlyn on Pinterest

No, this is not a whole post of me telling you about the dream I had. I'm pretty sure one of the first rules of making a good impression it to NOT tell people about your dreams. Don't quote me on that though...

2011-09-23T11:54:00.002-04:00

So.

I had a really bad dream last night.

Normally this would be fairly unremarkable because, as my family knows, I'm pretty much a wackaloon when it comes to dreams. My dreams usually tend towards the bizarre, like Jaba the Hut is our neighbor who's also the Godfather, and he wants to kill us, only we're not 'us' because we are living in a board game that's kind of like a scary Candy Land, only with race cars*.

Anyway.

Usually after a dream like that, I would wake up and see that it's two hours before my alarm will go off, so I decide to forget the dream, 'cause hey, I could sleep for two more hours. I'm pretty good at forgetting things unintentionally, which really comes in handy when I'm trying to intentionally forget something. I'll end up forgetting that I was trying to forget something, which in turn means that I forgot what I was trying to forget. Win-win.

The point of all this is that while I managed to forget the dream enough to fall back asleep, I failed to forget the dream for all eternity (which was my whole intention). So while I was sitting at my desk this afternoon, minding my own business, ~~except for all the business of the people on Facebook~~ this dream comes sneaking up behind my chair, making horrible noises and breathing down my neck. Why? Because it was a scary dream, and scary dreams are just really mean that way.

I'm a firm believer in facing ones fears. I believe in this because I hate doing it, and generally if I hate doing something that means it's good for me. Like taking vitamins and exercising. I thought a good way to face this fear would be to post something about it on Facebook. Why would I want to do something like that, you ask? So that I can confirm publicly what everyone was already speculating in private: that I am indeed insecure and have a compulsive need to share useless details about my life with the rest of the world.

So this started to backfire on me when my simple status update of "I had a bad dream last night :'(" was beginning to look like War and Peace. Mostly because I also have a compulsive need to make sure I clarify EVERYTHING, so as to not leave anything up for interpretation. I don't do this because I think other people are stupid; I do it because I think I'm stupid, but I don't want anyone to know. I want to be a closet stupid person. (And I feel the need to clarify that whole paragraph even more....)

While attempting to write my short and to the point status update, I found out that trying to phrase something in a way that is a perfect balance between giving WAY to much information and being cloyingly vague is a really great way to take your mind off of something you don't want to think about. I was starting to get really frustrated with myself and mad about the whole thing ("Arg! I just want to tell the world I had a stupid, yet scary dream! Why does it have to be so difficult?").

Then lightning struck and I remembered that I have a blog, and that I can put whatever I want on that blog, including however much detail I desire, and regardless of how pointless it is. Yay!

So that's all I had so say. Now I guess I'll end this post with an awkward pause...........................................

*Just to clarify: this was not the dream that scarred me for life. This was a previous, and completely unrelated dream.

A Scenic Vista

A foggy day in London town....

No, this is not a whole post of me telling you about the dream I had. I'm pretty sure one of the first rules of making a good impression it to NOT tell people about your dreams. Don't quote me on that though...