We Are All Made Of Stars

Happy Halloween, all. I'd like to go on the record saying I'm jealous of all of you in Orlando.

I've never been much of a dreamer. At least, I don't remember my dreams in the morning. Recently though, I've been having some bizarre dreams.

Some are obvious as to their meaning. Last night I had a dream where a customer at my store starting yelling at me, telling me I didn't know the difference between monk's cloth and broadcloth. I tried to explain that I did know if she would listen. Then she got mad because I said viscose was rayon. Have I mention that I'm taking a textiles class? And not doing so well in it?

Other dreams are harder to interpret. For instance, I was at a library with my boyfriend and he bought a poster from one of the librarians for $1,000. I got mad at him and made him return it, but they were only willing to give us credit towards a school fund raising catalog. So we had to pick out $1,000 in cheeses, sausages, and wrapping paper within a half an hour on a Supermarket Sweep type stage.

What the hell does that mean?


Avitable said...

You could have come, too, you know!

whall said...

The first dream is about you winning the lottery next year.

The second one is about how much the gov't will take away, which is unfortunate in regards to timing because if you won it now, your taxes would be about 1/2 as much.

The dream you're having tonight is going to tie together a crayola-drawn dining table with a trumpet-playing orangutan who keeps pulling up his pants because they fall off of him, hip-hop style. This one is a lot more difficult to interpret because you don't tell anyone about the chain-smoking Mother Teresa playing craps in a casino owned by your uncle. If you had, then we could easily interpret the dream as being politically repressed.

Amanda said...

Avitable- I have to work tomorrow unfortunately

Whall- Well, thankfully, I'm okay with being taxed more so that those who can't afford it don't have to pay as much. That orangutan sounds adorable though