Sweet Catastrophe

So this is mostly for Kristi since she’s not online and I’m not telling this story in a text! I had an Office dream last night and it was so much fun!

There had been like a series of fans winning a chance to spend a day on the set and I was the last one to win. It was crazy because they had been shooting a big story in my grandmother’s house? Of course it was the dream version of her house–with an exaggerated back yard that stretches for miles and a third story, complete with freaky secret passage that leads through the whole house and then into some subterranean maze–I love the dream version of my grandmother’s house; it’s fun!

Anyway, I got there and true to dream form, everyone kept phasing in and out of being the character or being the actor. Either way was amazing fun. I got there and they decked me out with swag galore–t-shirts, bobble heads of the entire cast, kitchen stuff, I can’t even remember it all.

I distinctly remember playing some nutso board game based on Dwight–I played with Dwight and Michael. It was something Rainn had made so it was pretty basic, but it was full of crazy Dwight scenarios and I got to keep it. And of course everyone got excited when they found out it was my grandmother’s house. I showed them the secret passage and then I remember something about us all settling on where everyone would sleep for the night? I dunno–I guess we were getting ready for some sort of slumber party! I just know I woke up and thought, “Omg, I gotta remember to tell Kristi.” It was a hilarious dream. If I’m lucky, maybe there will be a continuation!

Yeah, you read that right. Jeeze…I have the craziest dreams, no doubt. My dreams are always totally vivid, and at times, could easily be transformed into a movie.

Take tonight for instance, I just awoke from a crazy nightmare, that literally started out as me and someone else watching it as a movie! It was straight out of a twisted horror movie. I’m not talking about the dinky, jump out at you stuff that makes it to theaters, this was hardcore. The basics were Jessica Biel (see, it totally started off as a movie!) picking up this guy for sex, or so he thinks. She tries to drug him, but he catches on and there’s fighting, she overcomes him and still drugs him, only something happens with the potency so when he later comes to, he’s still somewhat aware of the situation. Jessica Biel needs a liver (yeah I dunno? My imagination….) for her father and she’s gonna get it from this guy.

Anyhow, that’s when my dream turned into a psychological thriller, and of course, that’s also when I went from dreaming out watching this as a movie to dreaming about it actually happening to me!

No doubt, it’s probably also around the time I rolled over to sleep on my back. Sleeping on my back is an almost guarantee to have a rough nightmare. Only since I’ve started living with Ryan have I started to outgrow it. These days, it’s about a 98% chance for a nightmare, and a 50% chance for one I can shake off. I’ve also noticed the really rough dreams usually come when I fall asleep completely detached  from him. Generally I fall asleep touching him in some way; it’s comforting to always know he’s there. <  /gush > lol

Anyhow, it’s just as well. I think I was getting ready for a fairly strong asthma attack anyhow. The nightly throat soreness and headache are starting to set in as well, so I can go ahead and take something for that and maybe it won’t be as bad when I wake up later. Darn sinuses/ceiling fans. They just don’t work well together.

Anyhow, I feel a little better now–a little less like I’m about to be brutally murdered, so I think I’m gonna try to go back to sleep now.

Well, seeing as it’s like 7am and I haven’t been asleep more than 20 minutes at any given time tonight, I might as well blog, eh? I’m freaking sick to my stomach, and have been since around midnight last night. Idk what the heck is wrong with me, but ‘it sucks’ is sort of an understatement right now. For the record, I can take a cold any day; sure, I may be miserable, but matters of the sinus-related territories are something I’m used to dealing with. Pain? I’ll take all you’ve got. I may complain, but really, I’ve got it covered, just sympathize with me and I’ll survive. But matters of the tummy? No. Sir. I’m a baby. I can’t stand nausea. Grumbly tummy, please no. I can sleep through anything but an upset stomach. I slept through a hurricane. Not only that, but I slept through the large portions of our old tin storage shed beating up against my window during said hurricane. My bed was even against that window. I’ve had my bed taken apart and moved—with me in it—without stirring. I went to sleep on a school bus once, coming home to south Ga from Chattanooga, Tennessee and woke up to find that not only had the window been down with rain pouring down on my head and drenching me for at least 30 minutes, but I had a space center button stuck a good inch into my thigh. All this, but sour my tummy and I can’t sleep a wink. Tonight has been particularly bad. Of course today is my one day off, and one day to get a significant amount of sleep so it’s only appropriate that my body won’t allow it. It’s starting to slack off some, but I’m worried that’s only because I’ve been sitting straight up for an hour. I’m really hoping it’ll be settled by the time Ryan leaves to work on the set, maybe then I can get some sleep and just be a lazy bum for most of the day. Yeah see, I’m not sure how many know this, but because Jonathan didn’t want to go ahead and switch rooms with us (despite the fact that he’ll be moving soon anyway and despite the MANY generous offers we made on the subject of monthly bill or rent discounts), Ryan and I share a twin bed. Not even a normal twin bed, but a futon mattress which isn’t quite as wide as a twin. Mmhmmmm. For the most part, it works out quite fine, which is beyond me, but it means in-sleep injuries from someone moving around (I’m usually on the losing end of that one…)and it turns even the slightest restless night into an impossible mission to catch 13 winks–40 is absolutely out of the question. So while I always prefer to sleep with him next to me, sometimes that empty bed is a blessing.

Just a few thoughts I wanted to share:

When cars were first being made, when they started being more common, but right before they started using a lot of colors, how did you figure out which one was yours? I mean, it appears to me that there weren’t any really big variances for the most part, so it must’ve been a bitch to make sure you were about to drive off in the right vehicle!

When someone calls a ‘wrong number’ and reaches you, do you ever think about the possibility that maybe it wasn’t a ‘wrong number,’ maybe someone made up a random number to get some guy/girl to leave them alone…the thought never occurred to me until Saturday before lunch when some guy called my phone and sounded really confused and then disappointed when he realized I wasn’t Jennifer. I got a little laugh out of it though.

One more–I’m sure most people have had at least one recurring dream at some point in your life, but do you have any recurring themes? A lot of my unpleasant dreams have recurring themes. Never in my dream can I seem to run full speed when I’m trying to get away or get somewhere, and I somehow end up using my arms while I’m running to try and help pull myself along. Ape arms anyone? Then there’s the theme of me visiting my high school for some reason or another and either realizing, or already knowing that I didn’t really graduate because I missed some class or that I’m still not going to graduate because it’s well past midterms and I still haven’t been to one of my classes. I’m always still a college student in those dreams though. I know the reasoning behind that one though. I think I missed more days in high school than I actually went, and even now it’s a struggle to make myself go to class all the time. I just hate school. I’m so burnt out. And the last one I can think of right now is that my brakes never work right. Not that they’ve been cut or anything like that, but more like I’m pushing them all the way to the floor and the vehicle is only slowing down, not actually coming to a stop, and in my dream I always know that it’s because somehow, I’m not doing something right. It’s really odd. I know I have a lot of other recurring themes ’cause I’m an avid dreamer–I rarely have a dreamless night, but those are the ones that stuck out in my mind and made me think about it in the first place.

I’m debating breakfast before going back to bed. I’m really hungry but I don’t think I want to risk waking the savage beast in my stomach again…

I’ll post later about Spring Break plans, and this past Sunday with my 6 month old niece Jesalyn. I pulled together all the current clips from my mom’s camera and made a little youtube piece so I’ll post that for all to grin at.