Subliminal Messages From Beyond

Ok I tried the advise columnist thinggy and got 2 responses actually 3, but #3 doesn't count, he just commented on my bad spelling. So maybe I will have the blogging world analyze this blog.

"You will travel far and wide, both for pleasure and business"

This was in last weeks fortune cookie. So far the furthest I have traveled for business and pleasure would be the office coffee run to starbucks which is less than a third of a mile down the road. Mmmm vanilla latte'. I wonder if you can truly overdose on caffeine. I was having difficulty falling asleep last night, and I think I finally dozed off around 1 am. I had a vivid "end of the world" nightmare with forgein planes on our soil...and I worry about protecting my family. I snap out of that dream...And I'm in a nicer dream with green monkeys.

No..as I have said before in previous blogs I do not use drugs.

Ok, so that brings me to my coffee binge. This morning 2 cups of coffee sugar only, I am out of cream. Well with that nasty taste in my mouth, I am off, and traffic is not bad only 7:50..and I can stop at starbucks and get the mac daddy of all coffee's the Vintie (large) non fat vanilla latte it has 2 shots express. Yum.

Ok a bit off the subject but it is just wrong:

I come back to the office and I have a photograph my brother posts on his site http://annunaki.deviantart.com/gallery/ and it is my screen saver. A picture of a star. The boss comes around and aks me if it is a picture of a nipple.
I would hate to be his therapist doing ink blot testing.

Prozac Moment:

Lunch time comes around and I am living soley on coffee lunch the day before since I skipped dinner. It is only 10:30 in the morning and I am dying. 11:30 I am blessed to never know the pangs of real starvation.
My work load has steadily been increasing and I am ready to snap.It is a good thing my itty bitty cubby has padded walls (and inspirational cards and a voodoo doll when things get out of hand) I leave the office for an early lunch and because have been to the same place for lunch three times in a row and every time the order is messed up I get...A bit snippy. Ok a lot snippy, I am a bit ashamed. There were two police officers sitting down eating there lunch...And they were the only thing stopping me from jumping over the sub counter and screaming in this woman's face and beating her with the oven mitt. I had great images in my head of this plan.She had no issue with getting the order wrong, and no compassion to fix it. Then all of a sudden in a glowing light in there drink display...A bottled cold starbucks low fat vanilla frappachino. I grab that tell them to forget the charges on my credit card just gimmie the starbucks and off I go.
In the car I pop off the lid, and it's like crack to a crack addict. Yum.

The subconscious mind at work, or dreams of a mad woman?:

Night 1: Dream I get a lottery ticket. Numbers that I won off of are on a fortune cookie. In the dream I m beyond ecstatic and am figuring how I will split up and invest the money with my family and children, I go to buy a car and house. I ponder letting my significant other have any money, but I pay him off and I quit my job. I ride to Tallahassee to turn in my ticket to find out that I lost the lottery draw by one freggin number. I wake up, almost in tears of disappointment.

Night 2: An axe murder is after people I don't know, it's like they are my family and I try and protect everyone, and it is useless, I wake up at 2 am freaked out and can't breathe, only to fall asleep later to relplay the sick dream.

Night 3: I dream about buying a house. I wake up and am pissed. I have this dream often because the cost of homes here is outrageous, and unless I hit the lottery or get married, I will never be able to own one by myself, thus...The first dream.

Night 4: The lottery dream, but this time I see the same numbers on a sign outside the church, I think this is odd because the churches I grew up in condone any sort of gambling. Bruce wins this time. Wow, this is interesting tie since Bruce is a compulsive gambler. I know he will not share so I ask him if he would just buy me a house. He doesn't and again I wake up pissed, and I kick him underneath the sheets.

Night 5: I have had this dream a few times I am work screaming at everyone out of pure frustration screaming at the top of my lungs, they look up for a sec, then look back down to whatever they were doing and go back about there day as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

Night 6: The war dream above. Perfect doomsday dream to my week.

Ok...So after reading this neurotic blog, no more bucks for awhile and I think I have some serious relationship issues, with some pent up aggression towards the sub lady. If I had vacation time I think I should have taken it. However after reading a blog http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
I figured out I am not as disturbed as alot of people on this planet, and I heck, I think I might be healthy.

All "Wanna Be" dream analizers welcome to comment:)



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear Almighty,

Why don't you ever see the headline Psychic Wins Lottery?


Big Mama


Big Mama