Babies Gallore!
Both of these dreams occurred back to back on morning of January 5th 2011.
DREAM #1:
I am at Ash and Pat's place. This must be in the future as they have a set of 1 year old triplets. I am sorry to say but these were very ugly babies. They looked like little old unshaven men. Squinty eyed and squishy cheeked. They have asked Ami and I to babysit. I didn't feel comfortable because for some reason I feel like these babies are evil.
Ami isn't helping me because she is on the computer doing dirty cyber things with Andrew and another chick named Bianca. I'm not going to lie, I may have peaked around the corner to see what they were doing...
Anyway, these babies were getting into everything. I was trying very hard to keep up with them but I was failing miserably. I gathered them all up and we were standing at the top of the stairs. There was a baby gate but it didnt seem to matter because one of the babies pushed me through it and I tumbled down the stairs.
There I was laying there, staring up at their evil old mannish grins. Suddenly one baby threw himself down the stairs. the other two smiled and I knew they were getting ready to do the same. I screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" but it was too late, the other two came tumbling down. I knew that this was their plan to get Ami and I in trouble. I couldn't let them get away with it. So I crawled my way up the stairs screaming for Ami. Finally she came to my aid. She looked down at the bloodied limp baby bodies at the bottom of the stairs and screamed out "gahh! what did you do?!"
Ami helped me up the stairs. As I searched for a phone to call 911, Ami got on the computer and went to a site called 911 online. It made us answer 73 multiple choice questions before telling us that our best option would be to call 911. Ami laughed. I didn't think is was very funny. My main concern was not getting Ash and Pat mad at us. But it was too late. We hear the car door.
Ash and Pat come in and Ami and I try to explain. They look down and see their poor children dead at the bottom of the stairs. I close my eyes and wait for Ash to smack me. Except she starts laughing. I open my eyes to see both Pat and Ash cracking up. "What the hell?" I ask. "What?" Ash said "You thought this was our first set of kids?!" "Yeah" Pat added, "We accidentally kill our kids all the time. Now Ami, show me a pic of this Bianca Chick"
Ash put her arm around me and told me it was okay. "I know what will cheer you up" she said, "I'll show you where we hide the bodies!"
END.
DREAM #2:
So for some reason it is the early 1900's and Andrea, Ryan, Nick, Ami and I are in an old wagon being pulled by horses. It is winter and it is freezing. We believe Andrea is going into labor but she seems okay for now. However, Ami has contracted some bizarre disease and her eyes have started to bleed.
Our wagon gets stuck in the snow and we are forced to walk. I don't even think we have an actual destination but Ryan seems to know where he is going and we all trust him. Suddenly Andrea falls to the ground. Nick yells "This is it!" and whips out his rubber gloves.
With Ryan and Nick managing the child birth, I turn around to check on Ami, but she is gone. There is a trail of blood going behind some trees. I follow it slowly and cautiously. I call out softly "Ames, you okay?". The only thing I hear are Andrea's blood curdling birthing screams. As I come around a group of trees, the blood trail stops. I can't see anything other than white as the wind picks up. I turn to go back and hear a crack from above. I look up to see Ami in the tree, her face has bent completely out of shape and is covered in blood. She growls at me and jumps down. Now I am the one letting out the blood curdling scream.
Ryan comes running as Nick has his hands full of baby and placenta and Andrea wasn't going anywhere. He sees ami attacking me and throws her off. But Ami is oddly strong. She throws Ryan up against a tree and looks at him like she is about to rape him. She bites him hard in the thigh. I run at Ami and stab her through the eye with a sharp dentistry tool I found in my pocket. She is dead and her bottle fizzles away as though it had just been covered in acid. Ryan isn't looking too good.
We re-join the others. Nick uses my dentistry tool to cut the umbilical cord and hands the baby to Ryan. He gathers up all the gross flesh matter that came out of Andrea because he says we can use it as bait to trap animals later. Ryan says we can just eat it ourselves. Either way, fleshy matter in tow, we continue on our journey.
Several hours later Ryan is looking pretty rough, so is Andrea. We thought it was from giving birth but then her eyes started to bleed like Ami's. I wonder if it had anything to do with not properly sterilizing that dentistry tool? Oh well, that'll teach you to let Nick birth your baby in a snowstorm in the early 1900's. Anyway, after a while Nick and I notice that Andrea and Ryan are no longer behind us. We look back and sort of see them rolling around in the snow. It looks like they are making out hardcore. We walk back to them to tell them to knock it off and that we have to keep moving. As it turns out, they were not making out, but rather eating each other alive. The baby lays in the snow next to them screaming. We grab her and start to run.
Finally we reach a town. We dont have any money or skills, other than the ability to stab people and deliver babies. Nick decides to spread the word that the baby was an immaculate conception, so immaculate that it left no marks on me and that he was the miracle baby delivery god. This allowed us to open up a business. I ran a store up front where I sold memorabilia such as the placenta and the dentistry tool and the shoppers could get their picture taken with God's baby girl. Nick delivered babies in the back and got to play with vaginas all day long.
Livin' the dream! Oh and I don't know why, but we named the baby Sollaria... I've never heard of that before.
END.
We are two days away from a new year...
Looking back on this past year I can honestly say that I have accomplished a great deal and put myself on the right track to achieving some of the goals on my career path; however, these accomplishments were not really enjoyed. I experienced a lot of difficulty in my personal life.
I have been so terribly unhappy when I should have been ecstatic. I changed. I used to be happy, and fun and positive... I think. This past year something died inside me and I have felt like a careless robot, just going through the motions day after day. The only feelings I had really felt were fear and disappointment. I was tired of it, so I did something about it. I turned my life upside down and inside out. I realized I cannot fix everything that is broken. I'm not a robot. The only thing that I can fix is myself, and so the healing process began.
Two months later, two days before 2011, I sit before you oh wise computer machine, and vow to you my new years resolution: Live.
I will be me and not apologize for it anymore. I will go on the adventures that I want to go on and experience new and wonderful things. I will push forward with my career. I will laugh with my friends. I will find new ways to enjoy time with my family. I will start new traditions. I will take good care of myself and others that are important to me. I allow myself to feel - both good and bad. I will love and I will allow myself to be loved in return.
It's starting already, I feel the spark deep inside of me - watch me turn it into a fire.
I hate waiting. Waiting causes me to be bored and boredom leads to me being unhappy. Unfortunately life is filled with waiting, and now that we are approaching winter it just gets worse.
At Work:
Waiting for scripts
Waiting for confirmations
Waiting for approvals
Waiting for booking sheets
Waiting for deal points
Waiting to go home
Waiting for this show to end
Waiting for the next show to start
At Home:
Waiting for dinner
Waiting till the last minute so we don't pack things we might need to use before we head home for the weekend
Waiting for friends and family to confirm plans
Waiting for Carey to get responses on his work
Waiting for Carey to give me responses to my questions
Waiting for Thursdays plans
Waiting for Fridays plans
Waiting for Saturdays plans
Waiting for Sundays plans
Waiting for Mondays plans
Back to work:
Repeat all
Waiting for the weekend
Overall:
Waiting for my allergy shots to come in
Waiting for Halloween
Waiting for Birthdays
Waiting for Christmas
Waiting for the next career move
Waiting to move into a bigger place
Waiting for Summer
Waiting to move forward or move on
These are all the things I am waiting for yet I don't just sit and wait. I do things to pass the time, to drive things forward, to make it more rewarding when it comes.
I don't like to wait. Ask people and they will tell you that I get bored and anxious and start to have mood swings. I like to takes steps to make things happen, move on to the next thing. I get very impatient with people who aren't like that, the people who just sit and wait. Waiting feels lazy. Life is too short. If you wait too long you might miss something.
Yet here I am, wasting precious moments blogging about waiting, and why? Because my hands are tied and I can't make my next move till others make theirs. So I need something to do while I wait.
