Feeling :  confused  Listening :  I'll Be There - Jackson 5  Reading :  One Hundred Years of Solitude

Second day of NaBloPoMo. Go me!

I finished “Grand Hotel” at work today, and I shall post a review on Kiss My Sass shortly.

Daylight Savings Time ended this morning. I welcomed that extra hour of sleep. But I’m still a bit confuzzled. Like what the hell? It’s only 9pm right now. This ish is bananas.

I had a dream about David Tennant last night. Not in the sexual sense, unfortunately, haha.

So in my dream, the mother of David Tennant’s (currently nonexistent love) child was left with me as the primary caregiver. Why? I do not know. But you know me and kids. Give me a baby and I’ll love and care for it as though it were my own. I am proud to say that I have an uncanny maternal instinct.

Anyways, David was aware of the child, and seemed kinda wishy-washy about the child. He was responsible and took care of her monetarily, but it seemed like his heart wasn’t it. I was there to convince him otherwise. It was a girl, in case that makes a difference. Towards the end of the dream, me and the toddler went there to make a stand and get him to step up.

The baby was old enough to talk ’cause she called me Auntie. All my babies call me either “Tita” or “Auntie” and that’s A-OK with me.

Then I woke up.

But somewhere in the middle of that dream - definitely days before me and the baby went to David’s - I was at a park somewhere and ordered a strawberry shake, burger and fries from a burger stand. I dunno why, but the guy who worked the counter looked like he knew me and I had an urge to jump the counter and make out with him (!).

I’m not quite sure I want to decipher this dream, but I’m gonna give it a shot…. I think the DT angle is because I don’t want him to leave Doctor Who even though it’s inevitable. Maybe the baby is the fandom? Holy shit, it’s all coming together!!! Here I am, super protective of my fandom, and my “auntie” instinct kicks in. He doesn’t want to let us down as Doctor Who fans, but he has to because he’s ready for new challenges. OMG! I kind of got the feeling that even though we went there to convince him to step up, he wasn’t gonna do it.

Wow, it’s amazing what your brain is capable of. See, my dreams aren’t loaded with symbols so I’ve never had a need for a dream dictionary or anything. There’s almost always a plot going on that needs to be deciphered, which is usually pretty easy because it’s usually the last thing I was thinking about. I read some articles on Wired about Tennant leaving, and my sister-in-law shared a pic of the newest addition in the tub (the “bomba” baby, my dad called her, lmfao), and I was craving a strawberry shake the other night.

I still remember that hella funny dream I had where Viggo Mortenson was eating dinner with me and Ate Kris. He was talking about Adrien Brody movies, stuffing his face at the same time. That’s because a looong time ago, I visited her site right before I went to bed. Kris had a Viggo Mortenson layout on her site, and we met through her Adrien Brody fanlisting when she was into fanlistings. Plus when I had that dream, I think she was talking about food in that blog or something. lol. I’m so crazy.

?: “Had any weird dreams lately?“

Feeling :  distressed  Listening :  Always & Forever - Heatwave  Reading :  Dawn and the Big Sleepover

I have to transcribe these dreams, ’cause they’re just too crazy to keep cooped up in my head.

I can tell you right off the bat that I was left rather unsettled by my trip home to California. My immediate goal is to return there as soon as I can find a job and a place to call my own. I am looking at the Bay Area. I wouldn’t be caught dead back in Modesto. There’s not much I can do or say to make it more concrete than my words because of course, I’m still in school. All I’ve got are promises to myself to make it happen. I am saving up what I can. I’m gonna hustle to finish school.

I’m excited! Since my family has plans that do not include living in Vegas in the immediate future, I do not plan to be here either. I feel like I learned as much as I could as a person living here in Vegas, and I’m ready for something more familiar.

But on top of feeling unsettled, it’s that time of the month. I was messing around at work when I got back from my trip, looking up apartments/condos in the Bay and kinda cringing. The jobs over there are kinda off-putting too, but frankly, Mr. Shankly, I don’t care what I have to do. I’m going home.

Back to these dreams…

I had this one dream where a guy who looked eerily like William Beckett had a chance to win $1000. We were friends in my dream, so he’s like, “Wanna go with me? We’ll take this car and be there on time!” Now, I’m not sure why we had to be at a certain place at a certain time with only a chance to win a grand, but whatever, hehe. For some reason, we stop at this one house in a dodgy part of town. He says we can stop here because we have time to kill. I don’t argue, and we go in. People are coming and going in this house. The only ones I remember distinctly were a maid/housekeeper lady and a plumber/handyman.

Suddenly something goes wrong ’cause a home invasion takes place moments after the Beckett!clone and I arrive. Only not like a real home invasion with guns and masks, more of a supernatural one with black ghost-looking things. In the craziness, I lose the clone and lock myself in a bathroom. What’s really strange is that the bathroom looks exactly like the one we had as our downstairs bathroom in Modesto. The maid and the handyman bang on the door, screaming at me to open it, knowing I’m there and can save them. But something in my gut tells me to keep the door locked. So I do. I’m not sure what happens after that, ’cause I woke up.

I’m not sure what to make of that, but read into it what you will.

Then just last night, I couldn’t sleep for the life of me. I went to bed reasonably early. But I woke up out of a dead sleep for no reason at 410 or summat. HOURS before my alarm was supposed to go off. :/ I know when I’m surfing the crimson wave, I’m a bit of an insomniac.

Anyways, the scene of last night’s dream was the zombie apocalypse. Me and a bunch of survivors holed ourselves up in a church. Every possible exit was protected from infestation by placing anything big and thick up against the doors. For some reason, that was a big thing in my dream. Protecting the ones inside from whatever was outside.

It played like a movie in my head too. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Meaningful glances and arguments over weaponry and who was in charge. I was, of course, haha.

Someone in the group had a “brilliant” idea to set off some sort of bomb to prevent the zombie hordes from doing something to us (not quite sure what), like in I Am Legend, only not. This particular bomb was in a bomb maker’s house a few blocks down the street. Me and a few of my fellow survivors managed to sneak out, but then somebody (who looked like one of my guy friends, M, rofl) fired at a zombie who noticed him. This got everyone’s attention, and we had to start running.

So we ran. We ran so far away… (you know I couldn’t help saying that!)

We get to this duplex and the bomb maker had sequestered himself in a small room near the front of the house, like a laundry room or something. A very, very small confined space. Everyone has got some heavy metal, so we’re banging around, blowing shit up, moving in cohesion like a military unit. It was crazy!

Anyways, the bomb maker left behind a note. There are two corpses in the room. I remember seeing this young female girl in a large dog kennel. She succumbed to the disease before him, and he locked her in the kennel so she doesn’t do any harm. She’s still alive because she hadn’t turned that long ago, and tries to bite me. Meanwhile, he’s killed himself because he doesn’t wanna be one of them, and he’s left a note explaining what he did.

I call out to my dad (!), and he looks at the scene and tells me to find the bomb.

Then I woke up. With a painful pimple on my chin, and feeling fucked up.

I wonder why I have such vivid dreams sometimes. Could they be extensions of my writing demons? Or is my subconscious trying to work something out that I’m simply not aware of?

?: “Ever have any freaky dreams?“

Feeling :  cool  Listening :  This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads  Reading :  Rosie Little's Cautionary Tales for Girls (what can I say? I'm a slow reader, LOL)

New layout: Girls Aloud! I wanted a really girly layout, and this is what I came up with. I really love “Tangled Up.” What a great album.

It’s now two days later, and I still am signed up to my History of Photography class. I got a call back from the Registrar’s office, but I figured it out for myself. I’m going to continue to take the class, and hopefully pay off what I can from the money I owe for this semester.

I sold some DVDs on Amazon to help myself out, and I was ALMOST gonna sell my Killers vinyl on there or eBay, but then I thought better of it. I mean, yeah, I’ve got all the songs in the package, but it’s VINYL. And the Killers. *end whiny tone* They’re my favourite band, by the way, if you didn’t already know, haha. The package is almost mint too. Almost mint, because the wrapping around it spazzed when I first got it, and opened a bit. I’ve had it for the good part of 3 years now. I’ve kept it out of the light and away from dust, but still.

I don’t think I mentioned it here (but I did on MySpace), I think I have a job lined up. It’s in another department in the same place I work at now, but it’s on call. That means I lose my insurance, which I will get through school in May when I go back. But there are upsides to this. I get paid more, AND there’s a chance to go full time.

I spoke to the supervisor today, just to make sure we were on the same page. He had told me originally at the interview that I needed a transfer request form, but when I went to HR, they told me I was bonkers and had to do it online. I relayed this conversation to him, and he said that that was bonkers because he just did a paper transfer for someone else. So now I’m all sorts of confused.

My manager now is set to let me go on the March 9 (which means I could start at the new position on the 10th), but if I don’t get this transfer figured out before then, I’ll be in limbo. I’m not in too much of a hurry, since the hours are on call, I’m not guaranteed hours at the new one as I am at the current one, and it’s not that busy to begin with at my new job. But since I know my manager is ready to let me go, I’m ready to start on this new part of my career. Know what I mean?

But I’m not too worried. I know everything will work out in the end.

On another note, walking away from uni has been such a blessing in disguise. I still get that whole “OMG what assignment/reading is due for tomorrow?” feeling, but then I have to remind myself that I’m not in school right now. It’s been a bit jarring, but one less thing I have to worry about.

In that vein, I spent this past week doing stuff on my days off that I don’t normally have time to do. I cooked steak for dinner on Tuesday, and made this KILLER pot roast in a crock pot to have on Wednesday. It came out so good; we were left with a TON of leftovers! I found the recipe on Google, but I added a bit of Filipino style cooking. See, to make anything Filipino, throw it all in the pot and hope it comes out okay. haha. Or maybe that was just my mom’s way of cooking? She says she was never a good cook, but I learned how to cook from her. Basically, trust your gut instinct in the kitchen and it will all come together. I think I’m going to experiment with more crock pot recipes. Since I’m such a night owl anyways, I can cook at night and leave it. Set it and forget it! haha! Holy crap, I found a website with a TON of recipes. I feel the wheels turning in my head. Hmmm…

I took my niece to the library on Wednesday and studied for my History of Photography class as well. It was nice just to focus on that one class, and be done with it. I took the quiz for the chapter when we got home, and didn’t have anything else to worry about, school-wise.

Oh, and to end on a random note, I dreamt that I was singing the bridge of “Stockholm Syndrome” whilst walking through one of the hotels on the Strip with my friends. The “This is the last time I’ll abandon you/And this is the last time I’ll forget you/I wish I could.” I cannot escape music for the life of me, not even in my dreams!

Not that I’d want to, but yeah. :DDDDD

?: “Have you ever performed a song in your dreams?”