Days and dreams

[jethrien]

I'm just going to lead off with the fact that today was a perfectly good day, in which things went well and I was happy. I pulled off a major meeting nearly flawlessly, and the anonymous person who has been going around our office declaring people to be "employee of the day" left me a card and a Kit-Kat, which nearly brought tears to my eyes. So at this moment, all is well.

Yesterday, on the other hand, was the kind of horrible day that just leaves you hunched in your chair as you curl protectively around the ball of misery that seems to have replaced your stomach. Add some completely irrational anxiety over today's meeting, and that meant last night was Nightmare Central.

But the sheer number and breadth of my nightmares was really quite impressive.

First, I was doing a video shoot. It was for two videos I've already shot and am supervising editing, but in the dream, there were certain specific quotes it turned out I needed and we had to shoot again. So I rounded up everyone, the camera man, people from three different departments, the VP of Exhibitions. I got them into the gallery...and realized I couldn't remember what it was they needed to say. I tried pawing through my clipboard, I tried running down to my office, but I kept turning over the document that should be my notes and discovering it was something else. The others were very much like themselves in real life--very nice and trying hard to be helpful, but becoming increasingly, justifiably exasperated. They started trying to guess the phrases I needed, beginning with logical ones and becoming increasingly nonsensical as none of them sounded familiar, as I grew increasingly frantic and humiliated.

Good times.

Then there was the one in which Chuckro, sobbing, confessed that he was obsessed with sleeping with a friend of mine (who I don't think exists in real life, but was a close friend in dream-land). He was telling me because he just couldn't stand it anymore and he was going to go ahead and have sex with her and thought I should know. But he felt really awful about it.

Then there was the one where I accidentally infected our computer with some kind of virus so that all it could do was play this unbelievably shitty hand-drawn knockoff of a Marvel superhero movie. Seriously, it was animation if it were drawn by five year olds with crayon that kind of jerked across the screen. Motorcycles and trashcans were involved. There were the little minimize/close buttons at the top right, but they didn't actually work. Neither did rebooting.

Then there was the one in which I was trying to eat a loaf of bread while Chuckro cut the top of a cow skull off. Somehow, most of the raw, mad-cow-disease-infected cow brains ended up in my mouth. I was choking with the bread in back and most of a cow brain in front, and I had to get the cow brains out without losing the bread for some reason, and just having had the brains in my mouth meant I was probably already infected.

Then there was the one in which I was Ebeneezer Scrooge and I gave money to Bob Crachitt in an insufficently dramatic way, thus ruining A Christmas Carol forever.


Yeah, started with classic anxiety dreams, moved into horror, and then the last one is just WTF?

[Ed]: Ooh, ooh, I forgot the one where I had giant bleeding sores on my legs!

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[jethrien.livejournal.com]

I just handed it to him, instead of making a big production out of reforming my ways and surprising him. And then I just knew, like you know water is wet and gravity makes stuff fall, that I'd ruined everything for everyone forever.