I have been having some weird dreams lately. I normally don't talk about dreams but these ones are odd. First of all, I had a series of dreams where I always ended up naked, and unable to remember why I took off my clothes, or where I put them, even though they were in obvious places. For example, I would go into a bathroom and come out naked. Where were my clothes? I dunno. So I would walk around a little bit trying to "blend in" and then decide to try the bathroom again. Thing is, I never actually took off my clthes, they would just disappear, and then reappear when I realized I was naked and needed clothes. Everyone who saw me naked seemed used to it. "Oh, there's JP again. Naked as usual." I was in an ersatz Brockville much of the time, as if that makes any difference.
Alston: October 2004 Archives
First of all, sorry for having been gone for so long. I think I might have fallen into a minor funk or something. For the last two weeks all I have wanted to do is play video games. I bought Mortal Kombat: Deception last week. Might as well be called Mortal Kombat: Devotion for all the time it takes to unlock everything. (But I am almost done!)
Rose and I rented a car and drove to Brockville for Thanksgiving. It was really quite a nice time, as it always is whenever we go there. I rented the car from Hertz as I did before when we went to Quebec City in May. That first time was an excellent driving experience, not to mention the trip itself. Amazing. Anyway, we rented from there again. The first problem? It's a Cavalier. I don't know much about cars, but I have never liked these things. They suck. And don't you know? We had serious alignment problems. It was so bad that when I wanted to go straight I had to point the wheel at a 45-degree angle. But that's not all. As soon as I got above 105 km/h, the thing started rattling like it wanted to shake apart. But we got to Brockville without incident.
Last night I had a dream in which I went somewhere on a resort with all my coworkers and their wives at some pretty little resort. Beautiful. It was in some bay, or on a lake. It was summer. It was less like a resort, actually, but more like a bed and breakfast. I love B&B's. I need to go more often I now realize.
My coworkers were actually the coworkers from my job two jobs ago, not the most recent one, although there was the sys admin from my most recent job.
I was alone for some reason. Everyone else had their spouses with them, but Rose wasn't there. This was normal. Of course, for me, everything seems normal in a dream no matter what happens, except when I try to have sex with someone, wind up naked in public riding a bike and am trying to hide from everyone's notice; only then do I realize that things aren't normal. Don't analyse that, please. Anyway, I remember trying to keep up with everyone else. Not that they were better waterskiiers or fishermen or conversationalists or anything. It was because they had stuff. Better homes, better cars (well, cars), (better) kids, (better) jobs, and better lives. Everything they had or did was better. Not only that, but we were all trying to outdo everyone else, although for them it seemed like a friendly game among themselves. Chad, the sys admin and I were the only real outcasts.
