here's my gripe…


>what the heck?

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Imagemy husband will be the first to tell you that i can have some strange dreams. the one i just woke up from this morning was definitely trippy!
for some reason that i cannot fathom, in my dream hubby and i bought an office building that had either been owned or rented by people in my family. it was a small office building. anyway, we had bought it and decided to live in it and make it our home. why? who knows, it’s a dream, people.
so, we’re living in this office building. we have our furniture in it, even though i can’t really remember seeing it in the dream, but we still have all these desks in there from when it was an office. why? let me remind you this is a dream.
well, in the dream, i’m coming home with my youngest son (hubby is at work, oldest son is with my parents) and i am thinking about a paper i need to write for one of my classes. apparently i have gone back to school in this dream. so, i’m coming home thinking about this paper that i have to write and there’s some chick in my house/office building that i don’t know. i tell her to get the hell out of my house! who wouldn’t, right? she starts yammering about how it’s an office building, blah blah blah. she’s acting like it’s some friggin historical building or something, but in the dream it just looks like your standard 70s or 80s built office building. whatever. i chase her out of there.
so next, i’m trying to calm down from the fact that some loony woman had been in my house/office building, when i realize that there are windows open. “ah ha! that’s how loony got in my house/office building!” then i realize that my son has just crawled through the window and is running outside. crap. so i climb out the window, shut it and start running like a mad woman after my son. i catch him, we climb through the second open window, i shut it, and he goes climbing through the third window to the outside again. damn it! repeat whole window climbing process. go to the front door and go back inside.
we get back inside and loony woman reappears outside the door yelling at me about the stuff that i have in a large display shelf on the wall. can’t remember what’s in it, but it’s one of those big, glass encased shelvey things like you might have had in school to show off trophy’s and such. it was secure, so i don’t know what her problem was. i tell her to get lost. she gets an evil look on her face.
so, by now in the dream, i’m putting youngest son to bed. i’m still thinking about this paper that i need to do and wondering when hubby and oldest son will be coming home. i start to climb into my bed/office desk when i notice some light outside the door. this is one of those office buildings where the front where the door is is all glass. i have these huge curtains over the whole area so that no one can see in, but i am seeing this really erratic light outside through the curtains. as i said, i don’t think anything of it and lie down to go to bed.
that’s when the cops come busting into the place. wtf? that bitch had called the cops! there were probably like 20 or 30 cops there. and they’re telling me that i can’t live there because of zoning blahdy blah.
i’m like, no one said anything about that before. everyone knew that we were buying it for the sole reason of living in it. they don’t care, they don’t want to hear about it, i have to leave. immediately. so i call my parents because i need help packing and throwing everything away. this is a dream, so they are there within nanoseconds to help. even though this had been an office, we are throwing away office stuff as well as our home stuff. i don’t know why we are throwing anything away, but for some reason we are. and i forgot to mention that we have a bunch of christmas stuff set up as well. it had been up when the place was an office, but it is not christmas in my dream. weird, huh?
so, we’re packing and then we aren’t packing, we’re sitting at picnic tables that have magically sprouted in the middle of the room. i’m sitting at one with my son and my parents are sitting at another across a small little aisle way that has been formed by all the furniture. we seem to be sitting there for a reason, like the cops are making us sit there and not move. my dad decides that he needs to use the restroom. my mom is telling him to be careful, but my dad is deciding that he needs to be a smart ass with the cops to “put them in their place.” yes, it does sound very much like my dad.
so, he starts mouthing off to one of the cops and he stands up. now, let me just break in here to say that my dad is 85 years old. he’s getting pretty frail, has a lot of problems with arthritis and gout. but that doesn’t stop his mouth. he thinks he can still handle himself like he was in his prime. so he’s mouthing off to one officer, who tells him to shut up and sit down. dad won’t. so another officer, a female, comes over and yanks his arms behind his back and handcuffs him. i’m outraged because, well, he’s my dad. he’s 85. he’s frail. they’re the cops, they outnumber us and they have guns. what the hell was he going to do?
that’s when hubby arrives home. he’s like, “what the hell is going on?” i tell him that apparently we can’t live here anymore and they are kicking us out. i tell him about the bitchy woman that showed up and that i was sure she was the one who had called the cops.
then i wake up.
i wake up, look at the clock and see that it’s 6:30 am. i turn to hubby and say, “i forgot to set the alarm. it’s 6:30.”
“isn’t it saturday?”
“is it? oh. yeah, it is saturday. i just had the craziest dream….”

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what the heck?

Imagemy husband will be the first to tell you that i can have some strange dreams. the one i just woke up from this morning was definitely trippy!
for some reason that i cannot fathom, in my dream hubby and i bought an office building that had either been owned or rented by people in my family. it was a small office building. anyway, we had bought it and decided to live in it and make it our home. why? who knows, it’s a dream, people.
so, we’re living in this office building. we have our furniture in it, even though i can’t really remember seeing it in the dream, but we still have all these desks in there from when it was an office. why? let me remind you this is a dream.
well, in the dream, i’m coming home with my youngest son (hubby is at work, oldest son is with my parents) and i am thinking about a paper i need to write for one of my classes. apparently i have gone back to school in this dream. so, i’m coming home thinking about this paper that i have to write and there’s some chick in my house/office building that i don’t know. i tell her to get the hell out of my house! who wouldn’t, right? she starts yammering about how it’s an office building, blah blah blah. she’s acting like it’s some friggin historical building or something, but in the dream it just looks like your standard 70s or 80s built office building. whatever. i chase her out of there.
so next, i’m trying to calm down from the fact that some loony woman had been in my house/office building, when i realize that there are windows open. “ah ha! that’s how loony got in my house/office building!” then i realize that my son has just crawled through the window and is running outside. crap. so i climb out the window, shut it and start running like a mad woman after my son. i catch him, we climb through the second open window, i shut it, and he goes climbing through the third window to the outside again. damn it! repeat whole window climbing process. go to the front door and go back inside.
we get back inside and loony woman reappears outside the door yelling at me about the stuff that i have in a large display shelf on the wall. can’t remember what’s in it, but it’s one of those big, glass encased shelvey things like you might have had in school to show off trophy’s and such. it was secure, so i don’t know what her problem was. i tell her to get lost. she gets an evil look on her face.
so, by now in the dream, i’m putting youngest son to bed. i’m still thinking about this paper that i need to do and wondering when hubby and oldest son will be coming home. i start to climb into my bed/office desk when i notice some light outside the door. this is one of those office buildings where the front where the door is is all glass. i have these huge curtains over the whole area so that no one can see in, but i am seeing this really erratic light outside through the curtains. as i said, i don’t think anything of it and lie down to go to bed.
that’s when the cops come busting into the place. wtf? that bitch had called the cops! there were probably like 20 or 30 cops there. and they’re telling me that i can’t live there because of zoning blahdy blah.
i’m like, no one said anything about that before. everyone knew that we were buying it for the sole reason of living in it. they don’t care, they don’t want to hear about it, i have to leave. immediately. so i call my parents because i need help packing and throwing everything away. this is a dream, so they are there within nanoseconds to help. even though this had been an office, we are throwing away office stuff as well as our home stuff. i don’t know why we are throwing anything away, but for some reason we are. and i forgot to mention that we have a bunch of christmas stuff set up as well. it had been up when the place was an office, but it is not christmas in my dream. weird, huh?
so, we’re packing and then we aren’t packing, we’re sitting at picnic tables that have magically sprouted in the middle of the room. i’m sitting at one with my son and my parents are sitting at another across a small little aisle way that has been formed by all the furniture. we seem to be sitting there for a reason, like the cops are making us sit there and not move. my dad decides that he needs to use the restroom. my mom is telling him to be careful, but my dad is deciding that he needs to be a smart ass with the cops to “put them in their place.” yes, it does sound very much like my dad.
so, he starts mouthing off to one of the cops and he stands up. now, let me just break in here to say that my dad is 85 years old. he’s getting pretty frail, has a lot of problems with arthritis and gout. but that doesn’t stop his mouth. he thinks he can still handle himself like he was in his prime. so he’s mouthing off to one officer, who tells him to shut up and sit down. dad won’t. so another officer, a female, comes over and yanks his arms behind his back and handcuffs him. i’m outraged because, well, he’s my dad. he’s 85. he’s frail. they’re the cops, they outnumber us and they have guns. what the hell was he going to do?
that’s when hubby arrives home. he’s like, “what the hell is going on?” i tell him that apparently we can’t live here anymore and they are kicking us out. i tell him about the bitchy woman that showed up and that i was sure she was the one who had called the cops.
then i wake up.
i wake up, look at the clock and see that it’s 6:30 am. i turn to hubby and say, “i forgot to set the alarm. it’s 6:30.”
“isn’t it saturday?”
“is it? oh. yeah, it is saturday. i just had the craziest dream….”