chochiyo_sama

The comforter is in the washer.  I am not going back down into the basement again.  I am too tired.  I barely made it back up again on the last trip.  If all goes well and the comforter has not gotten off balance in the spin cycle, I should have to make only two more trips up and down  those horrid stairs tomorrow.

I have almost the whole dining room vacuumed.  I had to stop because the cord pulled out of the outlet, and I could hear my tomato soup buzzer going off.  I decided to make my all time favorite comfort food for supper tonight--tomato soup.  If it were a perfect world, I'd have a crispy on the outside, gooshy on the inside grilled cheese sandwich to dip in it, but I just didn't have  the wherewithal to dig up the energy to make it.

It is delicious.

I made it with milk and put just a small dibble of half and half in it, so it is very creamy and delcious.

The vacuum cleaner has terrorized my poor little kitties, but I think they will get used to it.  It is absolutely the quietest vacuum cleaner I have ever used.

I feel very good about the amount of work I have accomplished today.  I will finish the dining room before I go upstairs.  I'll have to make my bed when I get up there, since I washed everything.  And of  course, I will have to take a bath before I go to bed, because I am not going to put a body all grungy and gross from cleaning all day into freshly washed bedding.

I'm looking forward to going to sleep tonight.

I hope I don't dream the weird dreams I was dreaming last night. 

I was back in my old school--it had a cafeteria that was shared by the elementary and the high school.  I dreamed I was eating in the cafeteria.  They had served mashed potatoes and chicken.  I had a huge glob of mashed potatoes on my plate, but no chicken.  I was trying to get extra butter for my potatoes, but they thought I was asking for more chicken.  The potatoes were cold and not very appealing.  So, I gave them to someone else who was also eating in there. 

I believe I was subbing there in the dream. 

That school is no more as it was torn down to be rebuilt in a butt ugly new modern style.  When I was a kid, the school looked like a castle, complete with turrets.

Sigh.

Anyhow--I was about to go to my classroom (always Mr. Glen's old classroom), I realized I had no clothes on.  I had a moment of confusion, because I knew I wouldn't go out in horrendous weather like that we have been having starkers....but, there I was, all fat and flabby, bare-ass naked, walking down the hall from the cafeteria.

I was horrified and humiliated and thinking how I could get through the hall without anyone seeing me--which of course would have been impossible.  There wasn't even a handy tablecloth to wrap around myself.

Suddenly I realized, "Hey!  This is a dream!  I'm dreaming!  It doesn't matter if I am naked!"

So, I started yelling, "HEY LOOK!  LOOK AT ME!!  I'M NAKED!  BARE ASS NAKED!!"

And the funny thing was that no one paid any attention to me at all.  They just kept milling around aimlessly in the hallway by the library.

Then, I had to climb up the stairs to the upper level--and for some reason, the stairs were very rickety and spaced really far apart.  Also, there were all sorts of old appliances in really bad shape lined up on the stairs so that there was only about two or three inches of step to walk on.  Of course, there was no hand rail, either.  I was able to reach up and grab the back of each step and pull myself up, until the very last one which was just a bit higher than the others.  I could get my hands on the ledge to pull myself up, but I couldn't get my leg lifted up high enough to crawl over it.  I tried to use an old beat up green stove as a hand hold, but it was not anchored down and instantly threatened to fall off, talking me into the abyss with it.

Somehow, I got up there, and I saw the office section where the principal's office was.  Now, this school is in Ellendale, a place where the evil B_rett J_oyce has, I hope, never fouled the air with his vile presence.  However, in the dream, I saw the principal's office and thought, "Cool.  This is a dream.  I can go in and tell that oily little bastard EXACTLY what I think of him.  But, alas, he wasn't in his office.  (Nothing unusual there.)

There was some kind of meeting in there, a board meeting, I presume, and I went in and made an ass of myself, stomping around and swearing, and asking where the "evil little troll boy " was.

For some reason they had a display of vintage and antique bridal veils hanging along the wall of the office, and I was about to rip them off  the wall and shred them, when I thought, "No, these are very beautiful.  Why should they suffer because Butt Joyless is an asswipe?"

Obviously I still have unresolved issues about that nasty prick.  However, if it hadn't been for him, I would have stayed in the cesspool which is Triton until I retired, overworked, underpaid, and completely unappreciated and disrespected.  Not by the kids, I might add.

Every time I drive by that hideous anal cavity masquerading as a school, I flip it off and hope it burns to the ground. 

So, that was my odd dream.  There have been many recently, including one where I dreamt of "wereskunks."  First they were skunks, and then they turned into gothic looking people wearing all black and white clothing.

That was also a trippy dream, but I didn't write it down soon enough and have forgotten most of the details.  A shame.  It was one of my finest.