Implements, Tools, & Other Such Devices

I was sitting in a beautiful loft apartment of someone I do know in person but shall remain nameless. In reality, this is not how his apartment looks like…just work with me. I'm not quite sure what I was doing there but we were enjoying a nice conversation. He handed me an envelope, which I proceeded to open. It was a beautifully hand-written letter from him. The contents of the note were irrelevant but he did make it a point to mention that he wrote the letter using a particular implement that was no longer available for purchase. I laughed, wondering what the point of that comment was. He did tell me the name of the website where he ordered said implement. So, at one point during my visit when he left the room, I checked out the site.

What I saw on the site definitely did to look like traditional pens, pencils, and other writing tools. They looked primitive, yet polished in some way. At first glance, I thought they were little figurines or knick knacks. They were interesting but definitely not worth replacing a good old-fashioned pen with.

He came back into the room and saw that I was looking at the site and started to tease me. I think he thought I didn't believe him when he said his particular writing tool was no longer available. I ignored him. He then he proceeded to pull out what he had used to write the letter. He bought two of them. He held them in from of his face, singing and dancing something ridiculous. All I could do was laugh as I walked away from him. But he continued while following me around.

I couldn't get away from him, laughing like an idiot. I some how found myself standing in front of his bed and I wondered if he planned it all to end this way or if some strange subconscious thought, within my dream, had crept into my mind, wanting something to happen between us. Nothing happened…or rather I forced myself to wake up before anything did happen.

Although I don't have as much detail about this dream as some of my other ones, it certainly has stuck with me. Thinking about this now, I can't even imaging why this scenario made its way into my dream. This person is someone that I have worked with on a couple of occasions and I have never thought of him in any sexual way so this dream was definitely a bit strange.

Old Dreams

The following dream was posted in another blog (not sure why) so I am adding it here. I need to continue adding to this blog. Too many strange dreams to keep all to myself…lol.

Circles Of Confusion - Original date of dream: March 12, 2012

When I wake up and actually remember a dream, I try to write it down as soon as possible. I love dissecting the various elements in the dream and try to figure out what my subconscience is trying to tell me.

Chris and I were heading over to his sister's house. They were having a new house built after the fire. Most of it was complete except for the painting, the furnishings, and some minor touch-ups. We were there to give them something but for the life of me I couldn't remember what it was. No one was in the house when we got there. As we stood in their kitchen, looking out the window, we notice a large tractor trailer sitting in their backyard with all the doors open, exposing all of the furnishings and such that they purchased. Although they lived in the country, I didn't like the idea that anyone could come by and loot them. So we hung out for a bit. Not too long after, we saw some construction workers come by and they started to load the stuff into the house.

As we watched them carry sofas and chairs, Chris' parents came by to keep an eye on everything. They said it was nice to see us here and asked us what we were doing. I looked into his mother's eyes and said "I have no idea." We all laughed like a bunch of idiots and just stood there. Somehow, while we were laughing, the house turned into some strange theatre. We were standing in the lobby watching hundreds of people walking in every direction. We continued to laugh and Chris' mom said "Well, that was a wonderful show. I had a great time!" I, of course, couldn't remember anything about a show so I just continued to laugh. We then said our farewells and headed towards the parking lot.

Halfway to our car I stopped and told them that I forgot my purse in the theatre. I couldn't see Chris at the time but I knew that he would wait for me by the car. I ran back to the front entrance but some woman would not let me in unless I had a ticket. I told her I was just in the theatre and I forgot my purse in there. She pointed to another set of doors and instructed me to speak to someone there.

As I walked through the doors, I found myself backstage with the cast of some Asian dance performance. All I could notice was a rainbow of vibrant costumes swirling in front of my eyes. But all I could think about was my purse. Everyone I asked pointed me to a different door and I kept thinking to myself, " This is not right. I'm further from where I should be."

Door after door, one long hallway after another, I felt as though I walked through the entire theatre. As I approached another door, I heard voices, laughter, clapping. I thought I came full circle and was about to enter the lobby again when all of a sudden I found myself in the middle of the audience, watching the Asian dance show. I looked around and realized that the theatre was almost empty. Where was everyone? A man in a tux noticed the lost look on my face and when I saw he was looking at me in my sequined dress (don't ask me how I got the dress), I started to walk towards him.

The time it took me to make my way to him, I realized his expression never changed. I couldn't tell if he was a pervert or just really bored. "Excuse me," I sheepishly asked. "How do you get out of this place?" His eyes never blinked as he pointed to a set of spiral stairs behind me. "Thanks," I quickly said as I spun around and headed for the stairs. As soon as I got to the top, I found myself in a lounge area. Very dark, except for a few candles on the tables and a large screen TV with some boring game on. I couldn't believe what was happening. I started to feel as if I was forever stuck in this crazy theatre. I looked across the room and I saw the same man in the tux, sitting there, staring at me. How the hell did he beat me to the room? I walked over to him again, this time I was really annoyed. I noticed that his expression changed a bit. He had a small smirk on his face. Just as I was about to rip into him he said, "There are better was to spend our time." "What do you mean?" I looked at him as if I was open to anything. "Well, how about skin to skin dancing?"

Huh?

I didn't know how to respond to that. All I could do was walk back to the spiral staircase and get as far away from this man as possible. Just as I took the first step on the stairs, I turned to him and said, "If I was a different woman, I would take you up on your offer." And then I was gone. I really don't now what I was thinking.

I found myself back in the lobby and I was relieved to be near the parking lot. At this point I didn't care about my purse anymore. I just wanted to get home. Just as I was approaching the exit, I noticed a woman handing my purse to the bartender. I ran over and screamed, "That's my purse!!!" The bartender smiled and handed it to me. I was so happy and so tired, I couldn't wait to get home.

When I walked out to the parking lot, I was stunned. There wasn't a single car there. He left me! He didn't even wait for me! I was so hurt. Then I realized that neither one of us had a cell phone and there was no way to call him. I had to try and reach his parents. Maybe they were willing to come and pick me up. I looked around to find a pay phone. Of course, the only one I could see was in the theatre. I noticed through the window there there was a long hallway with four pay phones. At least they were close by but the last thing I wanted was to go back into that building. I reluctantly made my way back as I filtered through my purse looking for change. I only came up with a toonie and the phones only took quarters. Great.

As I walked down the hall, I noticed a row of change machines sorting out the money. Except all the money was outside of the machines, in seperate rows, open to the public. I looked at my toonie and then to the rows of change and thought I could just make an even exchange for some quarters. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me and I notice a security gaurd standing against the window. I walked up to him and in my sweetest voice asked, "Would it be possible to change this toonie into eight quarters?" "No," he said, without hesitation. I looked at him, all confused, and he tried to stare me down but he couldn't handle my piercing eyes and he turned around and headed towards a group of men up against the wall being arrested. "Are you kidding me?" 

I woke up after that, completely confused.

Sports Bras?

So, it's been a while since I've posted a dream here. And my latest one is not that exciting.

I was shopping for a sports bra (lord only knows why...those things are fugly). Nothing too strange about that. However, I was shopping with Potentials. If there are any Buffy the Vampire Slayer fans out there...you should know who they are. A group of chosen girls who would become future slayers.. Most of them were pretty annoying and since I hate shopping, the whole experience was...well, let's just say I would rather have my toenails ripped out one by one.

I don't remember any other details. Pretty boring.

There is a reason for all of this, I guess. I recently hurt my back. Mostly a pinched nerve but it didn't get better over the next four days. And I started to worry. So, my adoring husband took me to the emergency room and after a couple of hours, a few questions and some flexibility testing, I was prescribed some pain killers. Some damn good pain killers.

I'm not an advocate of any drugs...I rarely take OTC pills. If I can find a nature cure...I choose that first. I was given Percocet for my back. I took one last night. I sat in front of my computer and I slowly felt something change. I bit dizzy, a bit loopy...but no pain. I started to read some of the side effects I may experience and they weren't terrible. I did notice a couple of interesting ones though. One of the side effects was back pain...um...ok. The other was strange or unusual nightmares or dreams.

I laughed.

Canis Lupus

So, recently we found out that there is a wolf in our neighbourhood. Chris and I have always talked about what animals may be living in the woods around our area. Deer, wild turkeys and of course raccoons...which we have seen many times, and in our part of the province, wolves.

Every Wednesday night, we put out our garbage and recycling in a central area in our parking lot. My mother asked us, "Aren't you worried that some animals will get into the garbage?" Chris and I both said "Nah." There was never an incident like that before. We did have a raccoon visit our backyard on a few occasions and it helped itself to our garbage can before Chris fashioned a very high-tech security system with bungee cords and a broken hockey stick. "Nice action," I praised Chris. "I haven't seen our backyard pet in a while." Until I saw him flattened on the road behind our building. Poor little thing.

Thursday morning arrives and Chris and I are heading to the car. We rounded the corner and we were in awe of the scene before our eyes. Garbage was torn to bits. Plastic bags were shredded. We had a first hand glimpse at our neighbours refuse and who the guilty parties were that did not recycle. It was a mess. We slowly drove by the wreckage and said to ourselves that the garbage men were not going to pick this shit up. And none of the people here will own up to the mess. It's just going to remain an eye sore.

As we drove to Chris' work, he mentioned that it may have been done by wolves. I couldn't believe that. "I've never heard howling at night," I said to him. "He could be a rogue wolf without a pack," was his response. And that was the end of the conversation.

The next day, I was returning home from work when I noticed my neighbour sitting on her front steps. "Did you hear that we had a wolf visit our parking lot?" "Are you kidding me?" I asked, completely in shock. "Yeah, I was coming home from work around 3 am and I noticed the wolf in the garbage. I stood behind my car and the wolf just stared at me, then ran away." I started to feel uncomfortable about the fact that the wolf got so close to us. And know it knows that we are a potential food source. Come visit our all-you-can-eat buffet! Great.

I walked in the house and told my mother. She got worried. "It's very scary where you live, that's why I'm not very adventurous with my walking around here." "Oh mother," I said to her. You can't reason with her. Once she has something set in her mind, that becomes law.

Fast forward to last night, I forced Chris to take out our recycling for today. We didn't have very much garbage so there was no point in taking it out. My mother turned to us and said "Your fence is not very high, aren't you worried the wolf will come into your backyard and try to get in the house?" What?!? "So what if it came into our backyard. It wouldn't be the first time a creature has done that. And how on earth is it going to come in the house?" I said to my mother. "It's not like they have posable thumbs. They can't unlock doors." Chris responded in his usual, sarcastic way. I couldn't help but laugh. My poor mother.

Last night I was awakened by a sound coming from downstairs. I strained to hear for a bit but nothing happened. I kept wondering if Chris had locked the back door. I thought someone may have entered the house and no, I didn't think it was a wolf. Although my mind started to drift and I wondered if someone would try and poison some of their garbage to kill the wolf.

I imagined walking out to the parking lot and seeing the wreckage again but this time the suspect was there, lying dead on its side. Everyone in our neighbourhood was standing around talking about the scene. I ran back to the house and yelled at Chris to get the cameras. And, the sick bastards that we are, ran over to the wolf like a couple of crazed tourists, and started taking pictures. I turned to Chris with a look as if to say "What the hell is wrong with us?" He just looked at me and said, "It's for evidence." Oh, of course!

Can you guess what we saw this morning? Our little visitor graced our parking lot yet again. Garbage everywhere. I looked at the mess and tried to make sense of it. If it wasn't for the wolf, all the other little creatures could not benefit from the smorgasbord that is our garbage buffet. I did get a little satisfaction knowing that our garbage was not part of the mess and therefore it wasn't our fault. So I guess it's OK.

Chris suggested we stake out our parking lot next Wednesday night to catch a glimpse. I'll keep y'all posted on this genius idea.

Come, take a stroll in my world

Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy reading the strange tidbits of weirdness that seem to creep into my mind which I feel the need to share with people. Random thoughts and whatnot...even the odd dream or two...if I can remember them. For example, this one:

I was in a mall. A bit frustrated about this fact because I work in a mall and I try very hard not to be in a mall on my days off...yet, here I am in a mall in my dream. Walking around, not really sure what i was looking for, when I saw a large group of people, fighting and arguing. As I got closer, I noticed that some of the men were police officers, security guards and loss prevention members from my store. They had rounded up a bunch of thugs and were arresting them. I assumed they were a gang of shoplifters. As I glanced around this mass of testosterone, I noticed one of the loss prevention guys I work with. I asked him "Was this some kind of sting operation?"with a laugh. He said "They escaped from prison." Oh.

If you knew me, you would know that I am a very inquisitive person. Apparently not in my dreams. I just continued on my way. The next thing I realized was that I was standing in my department at work...working. I just can't seem to get away from that place.

An odd looking fellow, maybe in his twenties, came up to me at the register and asked me about gift cards and how much money he had on his card. He was very nervous...looking around for something or someone. I usually have pretty good hunches about people and kept my eye on him. He then asked me if I knew where Sheila was? I couldn't for the life of me figure out who he was talking about. There was no Sheila in my department. Then I realized she worked in Fragrances. Which is what I told him. Then I saw he approaching my department. She stops by to chat for a while. When he walked up to her, I noticed that she was surprised to see him and she signaled for him to wait for her somewhere else.

More red flags were popping up in my mind. What were Sheila and this odd man up to? He walked away and her and I chatted for a bit. But I really wanted to call security to give them a heads up. About what...I don't know. From where I was standing, I noticed two women come up to this odd guy and a heated exchange took place. I had to call security but I didn't want Sheila to know. So I made up an excuse to step away.

For the life of me, I couldn't find a phone that was available! I was freaking out! Everything looked different. I finally found a one and called security but they said they couldn't do anything because they were in the middle of something already. Fine! Just my luck.

I started to make my way back to my department, totally confused about where I was. All of a sudden, I was face to face with the same group of thugs from the other mall. I stood there for what felt like ages looking at this scene. Didn't I just go through this?

This time I saw Shan, our old LP manager. He was in the middle of putting cuffs on one of them when I got closer. "Hey Shan, what's going on?" I asked...as if I couln't figure it out. "These guys escaped from prison...the cops asked for our help." he said, out of breath, struggling to put the cuffs on this mean looking dude. "Oh," I said, without a care. "Can you help us?" he asked. I was shocked by the request but a little excited as well. I'm all about getting the bad guys. I agreed to help and somehow found myself leading this group of thugs, handcuffed to one another, down this long corridor, into a freight elevator to some underground bunker.

We entered this massive concrete room with nothing but this makeshift cage in the middle. Shan and I led the thugs into the cage. As we started to remove the cuffs, it dawned on me that we were not protected from them at all. They could have easily turned on us but they didn't. As Shan removed the last cuff, he turned to me and said "These guys won't get away this time." Just as I was about to ask what he meant, a small door on one of the walls opened and a dozen rabid, angry and hungry hyenas bolted out towards the cage. I noticed there were some holes in the cage, with what appeared to be pickles dangling from each hole, which seemed to entice the hyenas. Go figure. "Sooner or later, there guys are all going to die," Shan looked at me. "If they try to escape, the dogs will be on them. But the more pickles that are put in the holes, the bigger the holes get as they try to claw at them. Eventually they will be in the cage with us," he said this with a sad look on his face. I looked at him and all I could think of was 'What about you and me'? Then I woke up.

I never said it was going to be pretty.