Winner, winner, chicken dinner. This phrase has been [overused] by my lovely nephew (on suspicion that my sister put him up to it...love you!) and it hadn't crossed my mind for months.
Until this morning.
I wake up at a table with friends (I believe they are my new "big sibs" in the theater group, P, S, J, as well as my "bros," MH, D, T, and MS). We are having a blast at this fancy restaurant (crisp white tablecloths, wine, candlelight...beautiful) when our [attractive] waiter comes to take our order. Everyone gets either salad, soup, or steak. I, however, will have the chicken. This huge piece of tender chicken. Mmmm...It's almost like a chicken steak. That's how big. So the waiter smiles at us and goes off to get our food and we continue discussing whatever is on our minds. Minutes later, the waiter returns with our meals.
He places the salads and soups down. Simple pleasures, look delicious. Then the steaks. My mouth begins to water. Finally, my chicken. Without looking at it, I immediately fall in love with it. There's one small problem: it's completely raw. The waiter does the typical, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" I smile and say, "Nope! Thank you!!" He smiles and walks off. I put my plate to the side, and the group begins to converse.
After a while, I get hungry, and grab my chicken. Almost as if I had forgotten, I am baffled at its rawness. "Guys, my chicken's raw."
"Yeah, we know! We were wondering when you were going to send it back!"
"Here, I'll try to eat it." I took a bite, cautiously, like when you try a steak that is a bit rarer than what you had asked for. I spit it out. Signaling the waiter, I wonder if this would ruin our connection. He says with an eager joy, "What is it, sir?"
"Hey...I hate to be knitpicky, but is there any way you could take this back and just throw it on the grill a bit longer...?"
His electric smile immediately turns into a disappointed frown. He takes my plate and takes it back to the kitchen in a huff. I am in awe. I give my friends a look that says, What did I do? They ignore me. Suddenly, we have a guest. It's someone from my past, someone who I have loose ends with...I just stare at them. They expect me to say hello. I do not. That would be faking. I'm done being fake. Why is that waiter mad at me? Where's my chicken? I'm hung---
I wake up to the sound of cars driving in the rain.
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4.02.2009
3.27.2009
Dream-cap
Why hello there!
Long time no hear, am I right? Well, forgive me, but I've been pretty dreamless, save for a few dreams here and there. Yeah, it's sad, but you can't really expect to dream much if you (a) have noisy house-mates, (b) are a bit...tipsier than usual, or (c) studying your eyes out, going to bed, getting 2 hours of sleep...=(
But I digest. (What is that from??)
So as I'm sure some/one of you know, I have been having not-so-clean dreams. My love life is not booming...well, it's alive, just not the way I want it to be...I don't give it up that easily...and it's frustrating...but, this is already TMI. ON TO THE DREAMS!
Two Weeks Ago...
I awake in this house, one that has a very modern and familiar nature to it. This is not my house...but I've been in it before. Right now, I'm in the bathroom, a large bathroom, covered in tile, with a hot tub, a GREAT shower, and steam billows everywhere. As I get ready to enjoy the sauna-like conditions, I see someone across the room. They're making advances...oh God...what?! YOU?! Oh HELL no! You have a girlfriend! What are you doing? What the hell?! It's my suitemate, one of my closest friends.
Yeah, sexy dream about someone I consider a brother-type. I told them because I have no shame, and we just laugh about it. It was funny.
Days later during an accidental nap...
Another place I've been before! It's a shopping mall from my past. It's huge, and yet, I never get lost in it. I think this place exists in a middle-eastern country, but I don't know why I've always gotten that impression. This place has everything a large mall would have- movie theater, department stores, coffee shops, handicap-access ramps, fake foliage...the list goes on. This is a really boring day in the mall, so, needless to say, I wake up from it.
Two nights ago...
I am reliving an experience that I had on the day after my birthday: I am watching a musical, Jesus Christ Superstar to be specific. It only lasts 90 minutes, and I'm happy because I'm out by 8:30, and I have SO much work to do. I'm somehow driving a car on campus, which is NOT allowed, and I'm driving towards my current "home." Suddenly I am in a familiar place! This one is crazy: a large field, with a pre-colonial British feel building/castle-ish structure in the distance. There, college kids are. These are the future me's, the people that we look up to. They are eternally in this state, and we visit them, the model students.
I go inside, and I'm suddenly in a bookstore. This is a kid-friendly bookstore, however, as I see my nephew and several other children (possibly from my soccer team that I coach?). My niece was there, but her impatience got her escorted out by my mother. Anyways, I have fun with the kids, and I let them be for a second. My nephew takes charge; the kids love him.
I walk out of the room, and now I'm in a library setting (possibly due to the countless hours I've spent in there the past few weeks), and I see 4-8 people from my acting crew, most of who I like, some who I don't really like as much as the others. Initials? RM, BS, JW, SK, and a couple of more people who I truly have forgotten. I love seeing them, however, I'm on a mission to go get my parents. I think they should leave, as the kids are surely getting ancey. Well, my mother is nowhere to be found, but my dad explains that she is stressed as she's dealing with my niece who just doesn't like it here. My nephew, the sociable stud-of-a-six-year-old, struts out, says goodbye to his uncle Jake, and is off. Stressed, and sad that my family left without a heartfelt goodbye, I go for a drive. I wake up.
Last night...
I wake up in a rainy Charlottesville, but I'm not even sure this is Charlottesville. This is like that place where I went to a cabin once...where was that? Perhaps it's even Blackburg? Who knows? Anyway, today feels like a Saturday or Sunday morning, definitely a weekend. Nothing due, just relaxation. So I'm watching a cable channel movie, and it's really interesting. It has this hot guy in it, and he's just a stud. Gotta love it. Well, the plot of the movie was horribly dirty, not appropriate for this website, and quite frankly, I don't like it that my mind even dreamt it. So we're gonna skip it. The conclusion to the movie...well, we'll get to it.
Continuing, we're driving (me, my friend JH, and two other gal-pals of mine) in our rackety car down whatever street, and along the way, we see a bunch of friends. We wave as we drive by. As we drive, something happens, and break down. This is by far the worst place to break down, but we somehow get through it. We push the car as fast as it would usually travel (brute strength, yes). Somehow, while I'm doing this, I'm still following that amazing and interesting movie. Good lord, he's good looking. I push the car, and it suddenly starts up again. We travel home. I finish the movie, which ends with...the guy...doing...things that shouldn't be on cable TV.
Yeah, I have a dirty mind. I can't help it.
Long time no hear, am I right? Well, forgive me, but I've been pretty dreamless, save for a few dreams here and there. Yeah, it's sad, but you can't really expect to dream much if you (a) have noisy house-mates, (b) are a bit...tipsier than usual, or (c) studying your eyes out, going to bed, getting 2 hours of sleep...=(
But I digest. (What is that from??)
So as I'm sure some/one of you know, I have been having not-so-clean dreams. My love life is not booming...well, it's alive, just not the way I want it to be...I don't give it up that easily...and it's frustrating...but, this is already TMI. ON TO THE DREAMS!
Two Weeks Ago...
I awake in this house, one that has a very modern and familiar nature to it. This is not my house...but I've been in it before. Right now, I'm in the bathroom, a large bathroom, covered in tile, with a hot tub, a GREAT shower, and steam billows everywhere. As I get ready to enjoy the sauna-like conditions, I see someone across the room. They're making advances...oh God...what?! YOU?! Oh HELL no! You have a girlfriend! What are you doing? What the hell?! It's my suitemate, one of my closest friends.
Yeah, sexy dream about someone I consider a brother-type. I told them because I have no shame, and we just laugh about it. It was funny.
Days later during an accidental nap...
Another place I've been before! It's a shopping mall from my past. It's huge, and yet, I never get lost in it. I think this place exists in a middle-eastern country, but I don't know why I've always gotten that impression. This place has everything a large mall would have- movie theater, department stores, coffee shops, handicap-access ramps, fake foliage...the list goes on. This is a really boring day in the mall, so, needless to say, I wake up from it.
Two nights ago...
I am reliving an experience that I had on the day after my birthday: I am watching a musical, Jesus Christ Superstar to be specific. It only lasts 90 minutes, and I'm happy because I'm out by 8:30, and I have SO much work to do. I'm somehow driving a car on campus, which is NOT allowed, and I'm driving towards my current "home." Suddenly I am in a familiar place! This one is crazy: a large field, with a pre-colonial British feel building/castle-ish structure in the distance. There, college kids are. These are the future me's, the people that we look up to. They are eternally in this state, and we visit them, the model students.
I go inside, and I'm suddenly in a bookstore. This is a kid-friendly bookstore, however, as I see my nephew and several other children (possibly from my soccer team that I coach?). My niece was there, but her impatience got her escorted out by my mother. Anyways, I have fun with the kids, and I let them be for a second. My nephew takes charge; the kids love him.
I walk out of the room, and now I'm in a library setting (possibly due to the countless hours I've spent in there the past few weeks), and I see 4-8 people from my acting crew, most of who I like, some who I don't really like as much as the others. Initials? RM, BS, JW, SK, and a couple of more people who I truly have forgotten. I love seeing them, however, I'm on a mission to go get my parents. I think they should leave, as the kids are surely getting ancey. Well, my mother is nowhere to be found, but my dad explains that she is stressed as she's dealing with my niece who just doesn't like it here. My nephew, the sociable stud-of-a-six-year-old, struts out, says goodbye to his uncle Jake, and is off. Stressed, and sad that my family left without a heartfelt goodbye, I go for a drive. I wake up.
Last night...
I wake up in a rainy Charlottesville, but I'm not even sure this is Charlottesville. This is like that place where I went to a cabin once...where was that? Perhaps it's even Blackburg? Who knows? Anyway, today feels like a Saturday or Sunday morning, definitely a weekend. Nothing due, just relaxation. So I'm watching a cable channel movie, and it's really interesting. It has this hot guy in it, and he's just a stud. Gotta love it. Well, the plot of the movie was horribly dirty, not appropriate for this website, and quite frankly, I don't like it that my mind even dreamt it. So we're gonna skip it. The conclusion to the movie...well, we'll get to it.
Continuing, we're driving (me, my friend JH, and two other gal-pals of mine) in our rackety car down whatever street, and along the way, we see a bunch of friends. We wave as we drive by. As we drive, something happens, and break down. This is by far the worst place to break down, but we somehow get through it. We push the car as fast as it would usually travel (brute strength, yes). Somehow, while I'm doing this, I'm still following that amazing and interesting movie. Good lord, he's good looking. I push the car, and it suddenly starts up again. We travel home. I finish the movie, which ends with...the guy...doing...things that shouldn't be on cable TV.
Yeah, I have a dirty mind. I can't help it.
3.03.2009
3.3.09
Last night's conglomeration was a strange one:
Upon falling asleep, I "wake up" to find my alternate self looking at a chart, informing me when it's (pride swallowed) safest to eat eggs. My mind doesn't like this dream very much, so it takes me to another place.
I find myself walking into a restaurant/karaoke-bar setting, but the stage usually occupied by the courageous performers is now taken by a group of three or four women, who are performing a taste test. We all are super hungry. The servers give the starved crowd some sort of potato--french fries, potato skins, etc.--which we all down instantly. Next course is chicken tenders or something, and the still-hungry guests attack the servers' hands, gorging themselves with the breaded goodness. I steal three pieces from my sister, who then proceeds to get angry at my shocking rudeness. Blinded by hunger, I retreat to the other side of the room, where there seems to be more chicken. Suddenly, everyone begins to clear out. I leave a nasty note for the rude men next to me. How rude they were to the waitresses...
Suddenly, I am in a back room of some sort, where an after party is being held. This is an after party for a horror movie, three-part, Hannibal-esque film, in which the killer has no face, yet at the end of each movie, a part of his face is conjured up from wherever...anyway, the party was in celebration of his face returning to normal. Needless to say, it was quite ugly.
With me at the party were two friends. I was pretty happy to see them. Elated. Music begins to play, and we start to dance. I get close to one friend...perhaps too close. But the darkness that is the transition to my waking up covers all awkwardness.
I get up to hit the alarm, and I've started my day.
Upon falling asleep, I "wake up" to find my alternate self looking at a chart, informing me when it's (pride swallowed) safest to eat eggs. My mind doesn't like this dream very much, so it takes me to another place.
I find myself walking into a restaurant/karaoke-bar setting, but the stage usually occupied by the courageous performers is now taken by a group of three or four women, who are performing a taste test. We all are super hungry. The servers give the starved crowd some sort of potato--french fries, potato skins, etc.--which we all down instantly. Next course is chicken tenders or something, and the still-hungry guests attack the servers' hands, gorging themselves with the breaded goodness. I steal three pieces from my sister, who then proceeds to get angry at my shocking rudeness. Blinded by hunger, I retreat to the other side of the room, where there seems to be more chicken. Suddenly, everyone begins to clear out. I leave a nasty note for the rude men next to me. How rude they were to the waitresses...
Suddenly, I am in a back room of some sort, where an after party is being held. This is an after party for a horror movie, three-part, Hannibal-esque film, in which the killer has no face, yet at the end of each movie, a part of his face is conjured up from wherever...anyway, the party was in celebration of his face returning to normal. Needless to say, it was quite ugly.
With me at the party were two friends. I was pretty happy to see them. Elated. Music begins to play, and we start to dance. I get close to one friend...perhaps too close. But the darkness that is the transition to my waking up covers all awkwardness.
I get up to hit the alarm, and I've started my day.
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