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It's December 18th. I have purchased exactly 2 Christmas gifts so far. I haven't thought about the other women in my department, who are always generous with me. I haven't thought about little gifts for the rest of my coworkers, beyond pondering if it's better to give nothing than a desperate idea I had to give tubes of Hot Cocoa and Green Apple Cider lip balm to everyone. Heh. Nothing yet for friends, nothing for parents, nothing for godchild.
It's just one more thing that's making me feel like I'm drowning this year.
Speaking of drowning, it's been raining all day and I am a bit worried I'll have more flooding issues in the apartment. Gah.
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Dream:
I was at a summer camp or something, and there was a boy with really curly, dark brown hair following me around trying to sniff my neck. Actually he was doing a good job of that, as his face was pressed up against my neck pretty closely. It made it difficult to walk. At some point, something cold and white fell out of my left ear, and no one could figure out what it was. Dave Coulier was there, like a counselor or something. I don't know that for sure. He had a bomb strapped to him. I think I put it there, but no one could see it and so I didn't say anything about it. I apparently wanted him dead, after all.
The bomb squad came, somehow alerted that Dave Coulier was walking around telling bad jokes with an explosive device somewhere on his person. They quickly got him out of the area, and I was very, very worried that they wouldn't be able to save him. Strange, considering I put the thing on him in the first place. The dark haired boy moved away from my neck long enough to go get a glass of frozen milk. The boy tipped the glass upside down and let the milk slide out. It landed on the ground with a squelching noise. That was when I figured out the substance that came out of my ear was frozen milk. It made me shudder to think about. The boy resumed sniffing my neck, his breath hot and uncomfortable.
Then the bomb squad guys came back in, eating cookies and laughing. Everyone but the boy sniffing me asked what happened to Dave. The head bomb squad guy said, "Oh, he didn't make it. Here's his brain." and pointed to his vest, which was covered in grey and red mush.
I woke up in kind of a panic.
It's just one more thing that's making me feel like I'm drowning this year.
Speaking of drowning, it's been raining all day and I am a bit worried I'll have more flooding issues in the apartment. Gah.
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Dream:
I was at a summer camp or something, and there was a boy with really curly, dark brown hair following me around trying to sniff my neck. Actually he was doing a good job of that, as his face was pressed up against my neck pretty closely. It made it difficult to walk. At some point, something cold and white fell out of my left ear, and no one could figure out what it was. Dave Coulier was there, like a counselor or something. I don't know that for sure. He had a bomb strapped to him. I think I put it there, but no one could see it and so I didn't say anything about it. I apparently wanted him dead, after all.
The bomb squad came, somehow alerted that Dave Coulier was walking around telling bad jokes with an explosive device somewhere on his person. They quickly got him out of the area, and I was very, very worried that they wouldn't be able to save him. Strange, considering I put the thing on him in the first place. The dark haired boy moved away from my neck long enough to go get a glass of frozen milk. The boy tipped the glass upside down and let the milk slide out. It landed on the ground with a squelching noise. That was when I figured out the substance that came out of my ear was frozen milk. It made me shudder to think about. The boy resumed sniffing my neck, his breath hot and uncomfortable.
Then the bomb squad guys came back in, eating cookies and laughing. Everyone but the boy sniffing me asked what happened to Dave. The head bomb squad guy said, "Oh, he didn't make it. Here's his brain." and pointed to his vest, which was covered in grey and red mush.
I woke up in kind of a panic.
