oh my gosh,
the journal i wrote this morning is gone.
GONE.
what happened.
seriously what happened?
it was about life stuff while listening to Eric Clapton.
it kicked off with me passing muster cause I cleaned the oven. finally
about re-examining life, goals.......see where u are on the transition trail within each of our journeys.
it was upbeat, it was hopeful. it was a piece of me..........it's gone.
feel slightly less happy now that i see that it is gone. somehow annihilated by the universe's mighty sock and journal eating machine.
i have got to stop sleeping with the tv on. seriously dude, i was having this crazy dream......my boss wanted me to wrap a few presents for the company Christmas party.....I agreed. Then during the day leading up to the party, the boss lady was being quizzed for the final segment of Family Feud........there was a huge drop down screen in the enormous room............and dozens of company employees were cheering her on. She was coming up with number one answers and the company began cheering wildly as she got closer to getting the 200 points to win $20.000 all by herself.
I rushed to the back to wrap the "few presents".........oh no, no no! There was this crazy towering stack of white towels going way up the wall. way way up the vast expanse of wall..........no way i could wrap 100's of white towels in a few minutes. there was no tape, no scissors, no wrapping paper, no gift tags. so i took off.........running, got outside and there was so much traffic. traffic circling the large business complex. there were dozens of reporters, camera men............white van doors slid open, lots of talking, shouting........flashbulbs popping............
i kept running, round and round trying to do what exactly i'm not sure. at one point i was changing clothes in a large bathroom turned dressing room........i changed shoes like seven times. put on this cute dress with an unstructured jacket.......felt just right, but dashed off before putting on any jewelry.
outside again running........dashed into the back of some business, lots of large laundry carts and doors leading to huge deep freezers..........so confused, ran back out..........this time dashing into an expensive indoor mall. i ran and ran, this young woman hot on my heels, she had a referee whistle........i finally stopped and she whispered in this loud dramatic stage whisper that I had to go, get out, bums aren't allowed..........what?
i look down and now i'm in skinny black jeans, a crazy slogan tee shirt and i'm barefoot..........think nice pedicure, why is she busting my chops........? got to get to the boutique on the upper floor and buy a very expensive painting for a present ASAP. can't talk about ridiculous notions like me being a bum.......run off, look back and there she stands blowing her pitiful little pea whistle..........she looks ridiculous.
i get to the lower level where the store is located..........look up and see that the door's are closed......the young lady i needed to see is just escorting the final customer of the day out.......and she can't hear me, she is locking the door.
seriously what did i put in that quiche...........?? knocked me out for four hours, woke with a big bad brain ache. need a popsicle. if you see a journal floating past your door tonight......please tell it to come home, i'm kinda worried......a little journal all alone out there in the big wide world.
take it easy jonny drum, god bless lizzie piemaker. and you.......you be good.
the journal i wrote this morning is gone.
GONE.
what happened.
seriously what happened?
it was about life stuff while listening to Eric Clapton.
it kicked off with me passing muster cause I cleaned the oven. finally
about re-examining life, goals.......see where u are on the transition trail within each of our journeys.
it was upbeat, it was hopeful. it was a piece of me..........it's gone.
feel slightly less happy now that i see that it is gone. somehow annihilated by the universe's mighty sock and journal eating machine.
i have got to stop sleeping with the tv on. seriously dude, i was having this crazy dream......my boss wanted me to wrap a few presents for the company Christmas party.....I agreed. Then during the day leading up to the party, the boss lady was being quizzed for the final segment of Family Feud........there was a huge drop down screen in the enormous room............and dozens of company employees were cheering her on. She was coming up with number one answers and the company began cheering wildly as she got closer to getting the 200 points to win $20.000 all by herself.
I rushed to the back to wrap the "few presents".........oh no, no no! There was this crazy towering stack of white towels going way up the wall. way way up the vast expanse of wall..........no way i could wrap 100's of white towels in a few minutes. there was no tape, no scissors, no wrapping paper, no gift tags. so i took off.........running, got outside and there was so much traffic. traffic circling the large business complex. there were dozens of reporters, camera men............white van doors slid open, lots of talking, shouting........flashbulbs popping............
i kept running, round and round trying to do what exactly i'm not sure. at one point i was changing clothes in a large bathroom turned dressing room........i changed shoes like seven times. put on this cute dress with an unstructured jacket.......felt just right, but dashed off before putting on any jewelry.
outside again running........dashed into the back of some business, lots of large laundry carts and doors leading to huge deep freezers..........so confused, ran back out..........this time dashing into an expensive indoor mall. i ran and ran, this young woman hot on my heels, she had a referee whistle........i finally stopped and she whispered in this loud dramatic stage whisper that I had to go, get out, bums aren't allowed..........what?
i look down and now i'm in skinny black jeans, a crazy slogan tee shirt and i'm barefoot..........think nice pedicure, why is she busting my chops........? got to get to the boutique on the upper floor and buy a very expensive painting for a present ASAP. can't talk about ridiculous notions like me being a bum.......run off, look back and there she stands blowing her pitiful little pea whistle..........she looks ridiculous.
i get to the lower level where the store is located..........look up and see that the door's are closed......the young lady i needed to see is just escorting the final customer of the day out.......and she can't hear me, she is locking the door.
seriously what did i put in that quiche...........?? knocked me out for four hours, woke with a big bad brain ache. need a popsicle. if you see a journal floating past your door tonight......please tell it to come home, i'm kinda worried......a little journal all alone out there in the big wide world.
take it easy jonny drum, god bless lizzie piemaker. and you.......you be good.
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Wooooweee. yes, what did you ingest last???
Wow you were busy in your dreams last night! Lol. I hate that when I write a good journal & it\'s gone. What I do now before I send it...is copy it. Then if it didn\'t go through it\'s not lost. If it is all I have to do this then paste it. No more writing . Xoxo
If this is what happens after you clean your oven, I seriously recommend that you not straighten out your cupboards or anything.....anytime soon.
Perchance, Eric Clapton has this effect on others. Don\'t know. Oh dear!
Maybe it was what you used to clean the oven that put this weird dream into your sleep. Whenever I wake up after a few hours\' sleep and go back to sleep I have some of the weirdest dreams and wake up exhausted. Lol Should your journal float across the oceans I\'ll send it back to you.
Love and hugs
Angel
LOL.........I\'m with carolmj......whoooooe, what dud you injest last night? That sure was a real dinger fer sure......and don\'t sniff any more oven cleaner fumes! WOW! What a trip! Love ya little bird.