Ooooof

It's been forever since I've actually written anything I've put up here, and I probably should, for my own sanity as much as anything else.

Let's see... To recap what's been happening, I'd have to go back to Friday. Oh goodness. The Republican dinner with my folks. That was a hoot. To say I'm not a Republican would win you understatement of the year. But, I love my Dad, and so, when I was little, before gaining a political consciousness of my own, I helped out at all kinds of Republican functions... leafleting, phone bank work, putting up lawn signs, holding signs, and verifying vote counts at polling places, you name it. So, all these folks knew me. I remembered most of them, even if I couldn't put names to faces. I made nice with the people I talked to (as my Mom said, one by one, they're all nice people - it's just when they form into packs that we might not like them so much - and that's true of most folks, of all stripes). I sat through the speeches, and even managed to keep a straight face for the entire thing. Drove home, got in late, crashed out.

Saturday, I spent 4+ hours at the mall with imagine77. I bought a tank top, she bought some really nice clothes at Lane Bryant. Came home, spent some time with Wiley and Widget. She was crazed, quite literally bouncing off the walls. We were playing with her on the bed in the guest room, and she'd crawl over to the wall, stand up leaning on it, bang it with her hands, fall over backwards onto the bed, doing a little roll, and getting right back up again, laughing the whole time. At least until the one time she fell forward, and landed against the wall with her face. Then the fun and games were over. I watched her for a while, got her all ready for bed, then went and met Miss Dory for dinner. The restaurant we wanted to go to had a 1 1/2 hour wait, so we went elsewhere instead. We had a lovely dinner with a lot of conversation. It was good, we haven't been hanging out as much as we used to, since we're both so busy, but it was really nice to spend time with her. Again, stayed out WAY too late, came home, read some more of The Two Towers, and crashed.

Sunday, hmmm, what DID I do on Sunday? Oh yeah, my parents came up to visit the baby. (I have no illusions about who they're visiting.) Wiley went to a Celtics game, and my parents and I hung out and stuff. Dad took Widget for a walk in the afternoon, and I cooked another beer can chicken for them, which they loved. Wiley and I watched Simpsons, and Six Feet Under, and this depressing thing on HBO about prison violence. Retired to bed, and I stayed up too late finishing Two Towers, then couldn't sleep for dying to know what happened to Frodo. *sigh*

Monday was work as usual. We had Shani and Matt over to spend the evening, and had a good time hanging out. And good food, too.

Tuesday I got to have dinner with my lorac. Mmmmm, sushi, and good conversation, and ice cream. It was a good night. But, in the continuing theme of the week, I stayed up WAY too late, and my ass has been dragging all day because of it.
must.sleep.early.tonight Only one more day of working, then I get to go to Columbus to see smurfchick and kieron and go to see Ani and bowling, among other fun filled plans. I can't wait.

Dream analysis anyone?

So, there was this kid I grew up with, lived a couple doors down from my family... two years older, a heck of a lot bigger than me, and a bully. And I was a favorite target. I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that he was a significant enough terror of my childhood and teenage years (which were far the worst) that he (and the fear/anger/humiliation that he represents in my psyche) have haunted my dreams long into adulthood, despite my having not seen him in well over 10 years. If I have my own personal bogeyman, he's it. As such, I've grown quite used to him playing a starring role in my nightmares, which have slowly grown further and further apart. When I'd have them, they'd rattle my waking self badly, sometimes for days.

Lately though, I've been having a somewhat recurring dream where he shows up, and we're friends. The dreams are different.... In one I'm scared, but he gradually wins my trust, in another, it's a social setting where I have to be polite, and he's genuinely nice... sometimes we talk about our history, sometimes not at all, or only reminiscences of childhood. And we end up friends.

And I just wake up perplexed, trying to figure out what on earth it means. imagine77 gave me some ideas last week, but I'm opening it up for further debate. Any thoughts?