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Funny, Yet Unrelated

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A guy down the hall at work that I’ve never met (the place I work is SMALL, but we do share an office with a lot of other places) came in yesterday afternoon and asked if I had put a Diet Dr. Pepper in the fridge, because he accidently grabbed it as his own. Knowing me, you know that I answered the affirmative. He was quite apologetic and offered to replace it, but I agreed to take his Diet Coke instead. And here you thought I drank nothing else but the wonderfully bubbly stuff. I love when people are civil and humble about their honest mistakes!

I had a dream the other night that I was on SYTYCD. I was accused by one of the other contestants of being pregnant (and thus unable to dance), so I had to go to the doctor to get checked out. They apparently thought I was a threat and were trying to take me out of the competition. As you can see, I dream big! He asked me if I was experiencing any discomfort and I practically yelled, “No! Because I’m not pregnant! I’m a VIRGIN!!!” Apparently people have as hard a time of grasping that in my dream as they do in real life.

In class yesterday, we watched a whole sermon at the very end of class. Our professor passed out worksheets to use to evaluate it. I figured we would just be discussing it after, so I took some notes, mainly in a style for me to remember what I was thinking. And then I proceeded to day dream for a good 10 minutes or so of the sermon. When it finished up, conveniently as the last seconds of class escaped before us, our professor said, “Okay, just pass your papers in, and I’ll take a look at what you wrote overnight.” I froze up. While I had written stuff down, it was in no way coherent or particularly relevant without some translation by me. But I had to head out to work, so I didn’t take the time to fix it. I definitely felt like I was transported back to high school!

Being Open, Like an Oyster

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Instead of focusing on reading the book that I have to write a book review on, I’ve actually been reading a book that a friend loaned me awhile back called How to Get a Date Worth Keeping. While she didn’t agree with it all, she thought that it would have a few good points for me. I can’t imagine why she would think that as I go out every weekend.

To the grocery store. Okay, so she has a good point. While I believe that God is more than capable of bringing a date (not to mention “The One”) around in His good timing, I’ll admit that I might have some issues that are holding me back from the whole dating process. I’ve never been very warm or open when talking to an available guy. Instead, I clam up (yes, that’s my second reference to a mollusc in this post; I’ll talk about them, but I won’t eat them) and often shoot out sarcasm as poisonous venom if I feel threatened. It’s no wonder I don’t date.

So anyway, I read the book, and though I disagree with almost everything he says, I picked up a hint or two about how I could be more open and inviting, not only to guys who I may be interested in, but also to the human population as a whole. This introvert needs to learn to get out of her shell like any good shellfish and be eaten. Hmm , I think I may have taken the metaphor too far.

In other Friday topics (celebrating Friday on Thursday should be required every week), I’ve just had my third dream about one of my friends getting pregnant. In none of the cases were the friends actually pregnant, or even possibly pregnant (according to any junior high sex education class). It’s rather disturbing to have these dreams, and the last two friends didn’t take it that well when I told them about the dream, so I won’t tell this friend, either.

Lastly, how do you like the new design? I loved the header that Jacki made for me, but I was ready for something new. I feel like Summer did a great job of making me a header that captured my girlyness and my Kansasyness. All that is missing is my penchant to make up new words by adding -ness, -y, and/or -ish.

Any big 4th of July plans? I’ll be attending a BBQ tomorrow with my Care Group, and then mainly chilling the rest of the weekend.

Don’t Worry, I’ll Still Write for You

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Y’all, I did it. I’m famous. Or as close as I’m going to get. Remember when I mentioned that I was interviewed by the Washington Post because of my dream about Barack Obama? Well, I made it in to the paper.

If you’d like to check out the article, you can find it here.

If you would like to read my account of the complete dream, check out my blog post here.

Thanks, Jacki, for letting me know it was published!

If you were mentioned in a random newspaper article, what would you like it to say about you?

Dear Common People

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Dear Common People,

Today I write you as one of those people, one of the elite. I have had the kind of day where I’m non-stop busy (even now, I’m doing a million things) with nary a break. I got up early, went to class, went babysitting, went to class, went babysitting, and here in a little bit I’ll leave babysitting for class (again). I’ve had to eat on the run, talk on the run, and happily avoid writing my big paper one more day.

It’s not just that today’s super busy. That wouldn’t make me one of the elite. I was also interviewed by a columnist for a big paper (I’m talking The Washington Post, people). It’s not quite the day-in-the-life interview I’ve always wanted to do, but it’s probably the closest I’ll ever be unless I accidentally strike gold in the city park or discover I had the hidden ability to fly.

While I was interviewed, I have no idea whether or not anything I said will be included in the column. The ironic thing is she found me through this blog because I happened to write about the dream I had about Barack Obama. Intriguing, isn’t it? I’ll let you know when it comes out. Who says blogging can’t make you famous?

An elitist snob for the day,

Ronnica

Dear Fellow Dreamer

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[This is a bit of stretch to put in letter format, but I just HAD to share this dream with you!]

Dear Fellow Dreamer,

Last night I had a dream about Barack Obama. Instead of seeking the presidency, he was seeking the pastorate of my local church. I was talking to a friend about him about how we didn’t want him for a pastor, though we thought that most of the church was in agreement about wanting him. We had a couple of reasons for not liking this dream-version of Barack Obama:

Apparently at some point he was given a test to see if he would remember people’s faces. He thought that two faces he was shown were the same as ones he had previously been shown though they weren’t. We wanted a pastor who could remember everyone.

In the 60s he had done something stupid. In the dream he was talking about it from the pulpit, but I woke up before he described what it was. He was kind of laughing it off, which wasn’t what we would of liked.

He was obsessed with his appearance. I wish I could show you a picture of what he looked like. His hair was in pony-tail like clumps all over his head, sticking out about a foot from each side. He was going gray, which didn’t look very good (I remembered thinking, “dye your hair!”). He was wearing a long, fitted knit coat made of black and white yarn that went down to his feet. His makeup was definitely more rocker than pastor (especially since I don’t know any pastors that wear makeup!).

I had to share this dream with you as it really stood out to me this morning. I don’t in anyway mean for this to reflect on the real Barack Obama. I just thought you would enjoy laughing with me.

Aren’t dreams funny?

Sleepily,

Ronnica

Is It Bedtime Yet?

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I do funny things when I’m tired. I have crazy dreams about being in terrorist attacks and stress about random nonsensical details.
Though I don’t remember any of my dreams from last night, I did do some crazy things when I was “awake” (though that term hardly qualifies). I woke up at some point stuffed up, so I decided to turn on the humidifier I have next to my bed. Except I didn’t turn it on, I turned on my lamp which is also right by my bed (but has a completely different switch). I thought I was going to blind myself (since I never turn my light on after I’ve fallen asleep, this was quite the shock).
When my alarm went off at 6, I just rolled over without getting up to shut it off and attempted to go back to sleep before I realized what had woken me up. I wonder how long I would have been able to sleep with a blaring alarm clock (it’s very persistent and won’t give up)?
Are you tired today as well? What types of things do you find yourself doing when you aren’t fully awake?
Here’s to sweet dreams tonight for one and all!

Two Thieves in the Light

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My dreams are full of adventures, often of the illegal kind. I’m thinking that this is spurred by my preference for thief movies as well as my stuffy student lifestyle.

Last night’s dream involved my roommate, Dori, and I as thieves. We were breaking into a house in broad daylight to get $200 that we knew was there. I’m not sure what the significance of the $200 was, but in my dream we were morally justified in taking it. I also remember realizing that this wasn’t even a good take as I could have easily earned the money legally in a short time.

The thing is, we were horrible thieves. We didn’t use gloves, so I left a good set of fingerprints on the door handle. Since it was daylight, an acquaintance saw us. We walked all the way home, even though we had left our car at the house we robbed (Dori, that’s not the kind of walk I was talking about). When we got home, the lady who had saw us left us a message on our answering machine that just had a Whitney Houston song on it. We knew that we were caught.

Maybe I need more real adventure in my life, or at least need to pick up a good adventure book, who knows. Do you have any recurring themes in your dreams?

Yawn!

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I can’t stop yawning today. I kept waking up early this morning before my alarm went off which I assumed was because I had finally caught up on sleep. Most likely it was the stomping of my upstairs neighbor or my vivid dreams. One was that I and another friend were trying to engage in a snowball fight without having any pelted back at us while on a ski trip. We had a special snowball maker that looked like a shoe horn and everything. I’m not really sure how that worked though. If I did, I should try to market it, but not in the mild North Carolina climate zone.

I started reading Pride and Prejudice for the fourth time. I can’t put it down! It’s a must read for anyone who is a woman or who likes to laugh at women. I can’t help but picture Jane Austen cracking herself up while writing it.

Tomorrow I’m going home, and I can’t wait. I am bummed that it will be cold there just like it will be cold here. It’s April!
Sorry for the ramblings…

Dreamland

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Okay, so I’m not actually going to sit here and go on and on about some fun or “prophetic” dream I had, but I have been pondering something that I realized about dreams. In my dream last night I knew that it was October, that the 1st was on a Sunday, and that April and October were 6 months apart. But I also “knew” all sorts of other details that were not true. How do our minds do it? How does my brain take what is true, combine it with fanciful things, and come out with a dream?