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last minute....
so ross's wedding ring was supposed to come friday and didn't. and the company who made it isn't open on weekends.
we WERE planning on leaving early tomorrow morning and taking care of that...but it looks like it will be later rather than earlier.
additionally, the guy who was supposed to help us with hook ups for places to stay at reasonable prices failed to fax us the information.
and we didn't get done half the stuff we meant to yesterday.
but i DID try a new recipe for pumpkin soup. honest to god, cooked in the pumpkin soup.....
it was VERY bland. i fixed it.
but it still doesn't taste much like pumpkin. just like pretty good beef-vegetable soup with pumpkin chunks in it.
the next soup i try will have pumpkin puree in it. that might work better.
at least it wasn't about the wedding.
but i dreamed i killed someone.
i was in this really cool house in a community of people much more primitive than ours...kinda...colonial american-ish. then i heard the lock on the door snick shut and yelling outside. the people in the community were being forced into slavery. i found a closet with some really odd weapons in it...i mean. i guess they were weapons. one of them looked like a pick. except the handle was marble and the point was made of wood. some of the women who had been locked in the room with me had chopped a hole in another door and set themselves free. they ran off to safety. i went through the hole with the pick and asked for the man in charge. i was led to a butcher shop and went to the gate that led to the area behind the counter. i chatted with the fat man with dark hair behind the counter for a bit, then i shoved the pick through his guts and threw him down the stairs. all the people went free.
but i had killed someone. i felt surreal and tainted. like nothing i did could ever possibly be good again. i lived the rest of my life like i was sleep-walking.
we WERE planning on leaving early tomorrow morning and taking care of that...but it looks like it will be later rather than earlier.
additionally, the guy who was supposed to help us with hook ups for places to stay at reasonable prices failed to fax us the information.
and we didn't get done half the stuff we meant to yesterday.
but i DID try a new recipe for pumpkin soup. honest to god, cooked in the pumpkin soup.....
it was VERY bland. i fixed it.
but it still doesn't taste much like pumpkin. just like pretty good beef-vegetable soup with pumpkin chunks in it.
the next soup i try will have pumpkin puree in it. that might work better.
at least it wasn't about the wedding.
but i dreamed i killed someone.
i was in this really cool house in a community of people much more primitive than ours...kinda...colonial american-ish. then i heard the lock on the door snick shut and yelling outside. the people in the community were being forced into slavery. i found a closet with some really odd weapons in it...i mean. i guess they were weapons. one of them looked like a pick. except the handle was marble and the point was made of wood. some of the women who had been locked in the room with me had chopped a hole in another door and set themselves free. they ran off to safety. i went through the hole with the pick and asked for the man in charge. i was led to a butcher shop and went to the gate that led to the area behind the counter. i chatted with the fat man with dark hair behind the counter for a bit, then i shoved the pick through his guts and threw him down the stairs. all the people went free.
but i had killed someone. i felt surreal and tainted. like nothing i did could ever possibly be good again. i lived the rest of my life like i was sleep-walking.
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Hang in there, Pookie. :)
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Jitters take weird shapes sometimes, no? Everything is going to be just fine.
love!
~a
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*hugs*
*more hugs and tons of love*
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i hope so. mainly i want his ring here pronto.
hey i haven't seen you to send you my condolences. i heard your and laura's sad news. everything going okay?
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that is what my friend laura tells me. that the next morning you wake up and it is still the same wonderful man you wanted to marry next to you.
that is what i am praying for.
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*hugs back*
i am trying to keep perspective.
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the whole thing may feel surreal, and the closer you get, the weirder is is.
hugs.
~a
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Ashoe is right...surreal is exactly how you should be feeling. Kinda like you're walking in a dream.
And remember one thing: Some people believe all dreams have significance. I sometimes believe that what I dream is just left over reruns from things I've seen or read. Based on what I know of your interests, stabbing a man in a dream isn't that big a deal. Besides, it's only when you act that it matters, right?
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And you will too.
As far as dreams/nightmares, I'm sure I had some interesting ones. I know I had one where Megan and I were really old(like 70 or so), and that was interesting. Meg had to feed me.
God, I love that woman.