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I have a compulsion during the night, but especially in the early mornings, to keep checking the time. This morning I guess Eor must have been having trouble sleeping because he asked me why I needed to do that if I had set the alarm. I just don't know. I might have set the alarm, I might even know very well that the alarm is set because I've checked it eighteen times during the night. I think it's just that I don't want to hear the alarm go off, because it startles me. I also suspect that the more tired I get the worse I do this, which then causes me to be more tired, etc.
So this morning, in between checking the alarm multiple times, I had a dream that one of the managers from work was with me when I came home, and I was looking for a book to lend her - "Small Gods," Pratchett. And if you're a US Pratchett fan you'll know that the British edition covers are really effing expensive, here. I've spent as much for some softcovers with the British cover as I have for some hardcovers of other books. In my dream I'm searching through my whole house and everything is disheveled and has been pulled away from the walls, because apparently our condo board actually decided to do something for once and had painters in. What surprised me was that they had painters in, not the fact that they didn't warn us, because communication is not their strong suit. (As an aside, I actually joined the board in October because I'm so sick of the not communicating and not doing anything shit.)
But back to my dream, I find this hardcover British edition of "Small Gods" and I go to give it to her, and she's smoking a cigarette. IN MY KITCHEN. But she's a guest, so I can't let on that this is behavior which makes me crazy. "Can you take that outside?" "In a minute," and she sets it down on the TABLE. I HATE that. So I go to pick it up and it's not a cigarette, it's a fat duby. Then I'm getting all paranoid about the white van showing up at work and me having breathed in this second hand smoke, will I show up on the tests??
*sigh*
Of course in reality I'm sure this manager would never be smoking a duby; she's the one who hands out write-ups "like they were candy," according to everyone. People have actually developed a code phrase, something innocuous they say over the radio to let people know when she's on her way, so everyone can watch what they're doing and be doing it the way she likes it.
Vacation in 12 days, and then all I'll need to be anxious about is catching my planes.
So this morning, in between checking the alarm multiple times, I had a dream that one of the managers from work was with me when I came home, and I was looking for a book to lend her - "Small Gods," Pratchett. And if you're a US Pratchett fan you'll know that the British edition covers are really effing expensive, here. I've spent as much for some softcovers with the British cover as I have for some hardcovers of other books. In my dream I'm searching through my whole house and everything is disheveled and has been pulled away from the walls, because apparently our condo board actually decided to do something for once and had painters in. What surprised me was that they had painters in, not the fact that they didn't warn us, because communication is not their strong suit. (As an aside, I actually joined the board in October because I'm so sick of the not communicating and not doing anything shit.)
But back to my dream, I find this hardcover British edition of "Small Gods" and I go to give it to her, and she's smoking a cigarette. IN MY KITCHEN. But she's a guest, so I can't let on that this is behavior which makes me crazy. "Can you take that outside?" "In a minute," and she sets it down on the TABLE. I HATE that. So I go to pick it up and it's not a cigarette, it's a fat duby. Then I'm getting all paranoid about the white van showing up at work and me having breathed in this second hand smoke, will I show up on the tests??
*sigh*
Of course in reality I'm sure this manager would never be smoking a duby; she's the one who hands out write-ups "like they were candy," according to everyone. People have actually developed a code phrase, something innocuous they say over the radio to let people know when she's on her way, so everyone can watch what they're doing and be doing it the way she likes it.
Vacation in 12 days, and then all I'll need to be anxious about is catching my planes.