I'd also like to mention that to my utter shock and incredulity, I have a few other readers besides my established family and friends. Welcome, to those of you who have inadvertently stumbled here and got stuck. I promise the traps will disintegrate once the brainwashing is complete.
Okay, so here's the thing. I was in counselling a while back. Any of you that know my history won't be surprised it was grief counselling. It did me a lot of good, even just to be able to talk to someone outside of everything that was going on. One of the things she told me during a session was that my dreams seemed to be very vivid and that I recalled a lot of very specific things from them, and that it wasn't always the case when people were trying to recount things from their subconscious. I remember a lot of dreams from my childhood and have also had recurring dreams, that pick up months or years later, like a story. I've always put my dream style down to a couple of things - one, having a very active imagination, and two, having the ability to pick up a lot of events around me unconsciously that get processed later by said subconscious.
All that lead in was to tell you all that I dream about Mississippi. Only it's in London, England. Now, I've been to both places, and had an extremely enjoyable time with good friends and lots of activities. This dream keeps coming back to me every few months, and it's always Mr. Eggshells and I, in Mississippi for the July 4th celebration. But it's actually London. But then there's our friends from Mississippi (yes, I'm going to keep typing it out because it's FUN). The activities vary from improv shows with drag queens to driving roundabouts, to a gaming shop, to a huge house part, etc... It's like both of my visits to those places merged in my head and became one big conglomeration of story. The thing is, pretty much none of what I dream about it actually happened. In either locale.
And the other thing is, the dreams stay with me all day afterward. So right now I'm in mild anxiety mode because we were dropped off by our coach bus on a hill in Mississippi/London in the middle of the night without a hotel reservation or any idea when or where we were to meet up with the bus the next day to continue on back to home. I keep thinking I need to Google for the bus station, but I don't know if I should try Google.co.uk or Google.com. It's confusing being me.
Oh, and did I mention that one of my biggest childhood fears was being lost because I got off a bus at the wrong stop? Damn you Family Affair and damn you Buffy and Jodie for getting off the bus and traumatizing me for life! I actually did get off the bus once because it got to the end of it's run and everyone got off. I thought it was going to go back to the station and we'd be lost because I didn't know where that was. My babysitter and sister had to follow me off because I staunchly refused to get back on the bus, and then the babysitter called my Dad to come pick us up. The lasting memory I have of that was Dad didn't even get mad at me. And he was my hero that day because he saved us. I was 6 years old I think. LOL
And now...five things from this week:
5. Mr. Eggshells, upon hearing that I had people adding me on GooglePlus and commenting on my blog, immediately said I was famous and he was going to buy a Ferrari.
4. I checked my blog page stats (cuz I hear you're supposed to do that) and was surprised that 11 people had visited my page today. When I mentioned it to Mr. Eggshells he said "Is that the post of your boobs?" I said it didn't indicate which blog post they were reading and wait, I don't have a post of my boobs. He said "Oh that must be on my blog then."
No, he doesn't have a blog. At least not one of which I know... I'm not sure if I'm more upset by the thought that he has my boobs on a website or that the girls only got 11 page views today. :/
3. Challenged by a friend, I found this website of alternate punctuation. While it offers endless possibility and you may see some of it here on the blog, for now I'm just too darned lazy to install the font pack. It may have had something to do with the heat wave that was still trying to kill me, or at the very least, causing numerous volumes of unsleepability. It is so a word.
2. On July 4th, being as exhausted as we were, we spent the day watching movies. There is nothing more amusing to us geek types than a dated movie that uses such amazing high tech as "a program that will assess the exposed silver from a Polaroid picture and scan these things called pixels to try to re-create the photo image". Ah the good old days. (Oh and the first person who asks me what a Polaroid is will be slapped. Mercilessly.)
1. For the first time since I was 4 or 5, I GOT STUNG BY A BEE. I was out fighting with the garden (no, not even going to try to pretty it up and call it gardening), when four of the damn bastard bugs swarmed my head. I managed to kill one but not until after he stung me in the abdomen. Yes, I know I'm a horrible person because we need bees but my primal instinct kicked in because I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE FROM MULTIPLE BEE STINGS. The fact that they're probably the only thing I'm not allergic to doesn't matter.
Y'all have a good week! :)