CRAZY DAY IS THE BEST DAY
Aug. 20th, 2012 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breezeshadowApparently today is Craaaaaazy Pants Day!
I didn't get to sleep until maybe 1:30AM last night, and was awake by 6:30AM for no reason other than I think my brain realized the dream it had given me was a bit too off the deep end.
In that I dreamed someone e-mailed me a nasty threat, and then left a whole dead goat corpse on my bed. It was horrifyingly realistic, including congealed blood on the sheets and in its fur, from what appeared to be bludgeoning.
As if that wasn't traumatizing enough, its pupils kept dilating despite it being dead. I was trying to carefully drag it off the bed to dispose of it, but its pupils were freaking me out, and I ended up crying and curled in a traumatized ball that one of the higher-ups in my company tried to talk me out of.
Then at one point the corpse fell OFF THE BED and one of its horns snapped straight off. While congealed blood was still on the sheets.
I woke up and just... I... WHAT.
Needless to say, it took a while to fall back to sleep, and it wasn't for especially long either.
So that was fun and all. Also apparently my apartment complex's pool has been closed by the department of health, AND when I went to see if I got any packages, even though the office is supposed to be open, the guy wasn't there. So you know. I'm thinking looking for a new place to live, closer to my work place, may not be a horribly bad idea. It's not like I need to move tomorrow.
Then I got onto the road. First I was terrified anxious that my new FasTrak wouldn't work. It did, with a cute little beep and everything. But then I got onto the last highway leg and oh god. Oh god.
There were trucks and buses. And apparently today those just freak me out to no end. I kept startling, randomly breaking because I thought I'd get crushed between a bus and a truck, trying to hover near the other side of lanes without crossing the white line to avoid buses, etc. It was... Not especially safe and not a good sign of my mental state right now.
I am at least now in a quiet office environment with a cup of coffee -- it's odd how desk job somehow causes me to start drinking coffee, if only because I know tea isn't going to help me wake up -- so hopefully I can make it through the day without acting completely traumatized. Or talking about dead goats. That may seem sketchy.
Oh also. If you see a Blog Spot blog called Dinner Time with the exact same content as mine? It's me. I split it off from DW for family and friends who may be interested but whom I don't want to see the REST of what is on this journal. I'll still be posting Dinner Time posts here, they're just crossposted on the blog spot blog as well.
Tschuess.
I didn't get to sleep until maybe 1:30AM last night, and was awake by 6:30AM for no reason other than I think my brain realized the dream it had given me was a bit too off the deep end.
In that I dreamed someone e-mailed me a nasty threat, and then left a whole dead goat corpse on my bed. It was horrifyingly realistic, including congealed blood on the sheets and in its fur, from what appeared to be bludgeoning.
As if that wasn't traumatizing enough, its pupils kept dilating despite it being dead. I was trying to carefully drag it off the bed to dispose of it, but its pupils were freaking me out, and I ended up crying and curled in a traumatized ball that one of the higher-ups in my company tried to talk me out of.
Then at one point the corpse fell OFF THE BED and one of its horns snapped straight off. While congealed blood was still on the sheets.
I woke up and just... I... WHAT.
Needless to say, it took a while to fall back to sleep, and it wasn't for especially long either.
So that was fun and all. Also apparently my apartment complex's pool has been closed by the department of health, AND when I went to see if I got any packages, even though the office is supposed to be open, the guy wasn't there. So you know. I'm thinking looking for a new place to live, closer to my work place, may not be a horribly bad idea. It's not like I need to move tomorrow.
Then I got onto the road. First I was terrified anxious that my new FasTrak wouldn't work. It did, with a cute little beep and everything. But then I got onto the last highway leg and oh god. Oh god.
There were trucks and buses. And apparently today those just freak me out to no end. I kept startling, randomly breaking because I thought I'd get crushed between a bus and a truck, trying to hover near the other side of lanes without crossing the white line to avoid buses, etc. It was... Not especially safe and not a good sign of my mental state right now.
I am at least now in a quiet office environment with a cup of coffee -- it's odd how desk job somehow causes me to start drinking coffee, if only because I know tea isn't going to help me wake up -- so hopefully I can make it through the day without acting completely traumatized. Or talking about dead goats. That may seem sketchy.
Oh also. If you see a Blog Spot blog called Dinner Time with the exact same content as mine? It's me. I split it off from DW for family and friends who may be interested but whom I don't want to see the REST of what is on this journal. I'll still be posting Dinner Time posts here, they're just crossposted on the blog spot blog as well.
Tschuess.
