Nic Dreams

For those of you that don’t know me, I’m really into dreams and their interpretation. Psychology has to main views on dreams: 1. That all dreams are relevant and have an interpretation. 2. Dreams are random firings of synapses while you sleep and your brain tries to put these random firings into some something recognizable. 3. That dreams just try to resolve anything that was left unresolved in your day. 4. Precognizant Dreams.

Personally, I think that they are all right. I think that some dreams have meaning, others should just be dismissed as your brain trying to make sense of random firing of synapse or of your day, some tell the future, some are just because you left the TV or radio on. I think that it is up to the person to figure out which dreams are which.

My dreams have always been in color. I usually dream in the third person/1st person at the same time. If it’s 1st person only it’s a Precognizant dream. 1st/3rd at the same time are usually for interpretation and 3rd only is usually strictly for entertainment (brain trying to make sense of random things.) That is usually how dreams work for me. I have never flown in my dreams although, I have taxied an F15 down a runway while under fire. I have been James Bond. I have fallen and hit the ground and lived to tell about it. In all fairness, I probably would have lived to tell about had it happened to me in real life. I even have sex dreams. Only for me they should be called make out dreams. I never get to have sex in them just get a handful of booty and some good kissen. Just when it starts getting good I wake up or my alarm goes off etc…Damn it!!! I can’t even get laid when I dream. I would now like to add a new dream category, the Nicoderm Dream. Nicoderm is a stop smoking aid, a nicotine patch worn on the skin in order to help reduce cravings when you’ve quit smoking. These dreams tend to be very vivid. Kind of like a Quinton Tarentino Film. I haven’t decided if these are to be interpreted yet. I haven’t tried to interpret any of them. I just dismiss them out of hand has a Nic dream.

So last night I had this Nic Dream. It was pretty strange. I was in my bed and my legs were hanging over the end. My bed was facing my couch only about a foot away from it. My TV was on. Two of my friends from my training class were sitting on the couch. The girl went through a divorce recently and the guy is happily married with a beautiful wife. Next thing I know they start kissing and grabbing up on each other. I was acting like I was asleep hoping that they would just leave. I heard her say “What about Jesse?” He said “Don’t worry he’s asleep” and he started kissing her again. I was looking for an opportunity to wake up so that they would stop. All of a sudden she turned hitting her legs against mine. It was my opportunity to wake up so I sat bolt up in bed and yelled. He jumped away from her and tried to act like they weren’t doing anything. Then he left in a hurry saying he had to get home to his wife. The girl decided to stay and talk for a while. She said she was tired so I offered to let her stay at my place, she accepted so I went and got her a blanket. Then I got in bed. We talked a little more then she got up and got in bed with me. (I thought wooo hooo) We had just started kissing and embracing each other and my damn alarm went off. Damn it.

Anyway I might add a dream category to this page when I have one worth writing about.

Good Times,
Jess

Stalkers

Ok…well what should we talk about today? Stalkers, I think we’ll talk about stalkers today. I think it has just been my week for disasters. Let me explain. My garbage disposal hasn’t been working, but stuff was still draining, and I didn’t feel like messing with maintenance so I just let it be. I threw food away instead of putting it down the disposal. Everything came to a head…My kitchen sink overflowed two Saturdays ago while I had company over. So maintenance comes out and takes care of it and tells me to call Monday to have the disposal fixed. Then that same night my bathroom sink overflows so the guy comes back out, can’t fix it and then calls the plumber. That finally gets fixed and the entire time I have company over.
I had taken last Friday off to take care of some stuff and I just figured I’d pile that on top. However, the day before my kitchen sink overflowed again right before work. I was afraid I was going to be late so I was speeding. I got busted. Finally everything seems to be going alright. I go to my nephew’s birth day party Saturday the 5th in the afternoon. It was Good Times!!!
I get home and my friends start showing up for game night. We all just set down to get started playing and I see this huge fat guy looking in my window from outside. Then he walks away. A few minutes later there is a knock on my door, and I didn’t see him come by my window, so he had to come around the apartment. My friend answered the door and let him in. The guy says that he heard all the noise, and my first thought is that he’s a neighbor and we were bothering him.
He wasn’t my neighbor. He was my neighbor’s friend. He said he felt drawn to my apartment. I had one of my friends work with him on how to getting everything ready so he could play. Having him there made everyone feel a little awkward. After he left I talked to my friend that worked with him. This guy said some pretty interesting stuff. Like at one point he shhhd my friend because he was having an argument with his inner voice. He told my friend that his inner voice thought this was a bad place and he was arguing with it because he felt that there was a purpose for him being there. To top it all off he said that he did not believe in God that he believed in himself. Perhaps that is why I let him stay as he said that shortly after he came in. I believe in God and thought that maybe I could help him realize the truth.
All said and done I told him that the plan was to give him a try out and then the group would vote. After he had left the group decided not to give him a try out and that he made them feel uncomfortable. I agreed. Hindsight being 20/20 I should have saw him out right after I found out that he was not my neighbor. Anyway, the next day I sent him and email stating the group’s decision and that I supported it. I still have received a response from that email. My guess is that he will not respond in order to claim ignorance and show up this Saturday. At which point I will just tell him that we have decided and any further attempts to contact us will result in police involvement.
He’s knocked on my door a few times since then. His email address is also kind of weird. He’s claiming to be peaceful. In my experience people usually decide that about people because a person is, not because they say they are. Almost like he is trying to convince people that he’s something he’s not. Needless to say this guy makes me feel most uncomfortable. He even told me that he had seen Sadie and me before.

Sadie’s Kennel:

Yesterday Jesse left for work and I knew just what I wanted. I had been eyeballing a bag of chips that I could easily get. I planned it perfectly. We went through our morning routine and when I heard him lock the door I was on my way. I ran around the corner and ever so gently reached up onto the table and grabbed the bag of chips. Hihihi I had flawlessly executed my plan. I back around the corner to the floor in the living room where I would shred the bag and eat the chips. I was sooooo happy that I didn’t hear Jesse come back in. He was looking right at me. I was caught red pawed. I didn’t know what to do. I dropped the bag, maybe he didn’t see it. But he did and I knew I was in for it. He couldn’t stop laughing and just kept saying “OOOO you’re busted!!!” I thought maybe I could escape. I tucked my tail between my legs and skirted around him towards the open door. I had my front paws out when he said “Where do you think you’re going?” I had to come back in. He didn’t spank me or anything. It was worse. He put the chips on top of the fridge where I couldn’t reach them. Then he patted me on the head and left for work. I was left alone and even worse chip less. I would have rather gotten spanked and still have the chips.

Woof for now,
Sadie

Family Circus:

My sister threw my nephews 3rd birthday party last weekend. There was drama as usual, but I think Bug had a good time and got some great presents. I taught him how to sneak a little frosting off the cake before he was allowed to eat it. Muahahah, Bug is now a frosting sneaker…hahaha
Now the drama part was that apparently my sister’s in laws felt that Brian and Beth should through 2 separate parties: one for his friends, and one for his family. Anyway, I would have to agree with Beth and Brian that one party is enough. It gets a little more involved than that, but I don’t feel like getting into it right now.

A Night of Woe

This is a tale of woe and madness happened about two weeks before Christmas 04. It was a cold, dark, windy night. A cloud occasionally eclipsing the full moon my friend Adam and I were sitting around the table discussing something that we had heard from personal experience or something equally important like the cure for cancer or world hunger. To my surprise my phone rang. It was another one of our friends, Calin.
Calin started speaking very quickly and franticly. “Jesse I’m on my way over. I’ve got to tell you and Adam something that just happened to me. I’ll be right there. Then he hung up.
Adam asked who it was and I told him what Calin had told me and we both dismissed it. “Ahh that crazy Romanian probably just won two dollars off of a scratcher.” At that very moment music came out of no-where. Dahh..Dahhh...DAHHHH!!! Adam and I each with an I brow arched looked at each other realizing that Oklahoma did not have scratchers yet and simultaneously recognizing that the music came from what sound like an old black and white horror film.
Only a moment passed when all of a sudden there was a sharp rap, rap, rap, on my door. Then lightening flashed and the power went out. The lightening kept striking lighting up a silhouette in the window next to my door with a brilliant flash. Adam and I grew instantly quiet as the camera panned from our faces to the door and zoomed in as the knob slowly turned back and forth. Dah…Dahh..DAHHH!!!. We couldn’t figure out were that music was coming from. Then suddenly, much to my relief and Adam’s chagrin, we heard Calin yell from outside “Hey someone let me in. The door is locked and it’s cold out here.
Adam got up and opened the door. Oddly there was not a cloud in the sky. Dah…Dahhh…DAHHHHH!, but it was still cold and windy. Calin walked in with a large present. It was a large box half wrapped in wedding present wrapping paper. He set it down and immediately poured himself a shot. He was trembling so bad that you could hear the neck of the bottle clanking against the shot glass as he poured. He was visibly shaken. He took a sip then set the shot down on the table. He sat back and the fire would have been crackling if we had one, but we didn’t. He told us his story:
“I walked out of my apartment and was going to get in my car when I heard a voice say (help me) come from the bushes. I didn’t think anything of it at first. I just thought I was hearing things. When I turned to get in my car I heard it again.
Curious now, I walked to the bush. There was a little fat old man hiding in it wearing nothing but a pair of red underwear. He had a snow white beard and was hold that gift Calin said pointing to the present. He said that he went to a wedding and was kicked out. Then he came here and he was robbed. They took everything his clothes his sleigh, his reindeer. The only reason they hadn’t gotten this present is because I was able to hide it in the bushes before they got to me. Calin said that he felt sorry for the guy and didn’t want him running around naked so he went inside and got an OSU shirt and gave it to him. (You see, it’s ok to give away OSU anything because they suck and no-one wants there stuff anyway) The man put it on and asked Calin if he had anything red because red was his color. Calin said he was sorry but he didn’t. Calin said “ Well I have to be on my way.” When the old man stopped him, “you’re friends with Adam and Jesse right?” Calin a little nervous now said “Yes, how did you know?” The old man said “I’m Santa” The little crazy old guy that thought he was Santa and Calin argued for a few moments “No you aren’t. Yes I am. No you aren’t. Yes I am. No you aren’t. Yes I am. No you aren’t. Yes I am. No you aren’t. Yes I am. No you aren’t. Yes I am.” This happened for about five minutes when Calin grew tired of this endless debate. “Ce Dracu!!! Enough of this old man” Calin said to placate him. “You are Santa, what does that have to do with me?” The old man said that this present is for Adam and Jesse and wanted him to bring it to us. DAhh…DAHhh…DAHHHH!!!! Calin agreed took the gift and left. That is when he called us.

The three of us sat there looking at each other and the present. Adam and I, both thought “This crazy Romanian. You can’t just accept gifts from strangers. The United States isn’t like Romania. It’s probably a bomb or Anthrax or something equally deadly and dangerous like a snail or something.” Calin thought we should open it. Adam and I thought we should call the police.
Calin offered to open it for us. It wasn’t ticking or anything. Adam and I, did not want to be out macho’d by a Romanian decided we’d open it. We carefully took the package outside and set on the patio. In case something bad did happen, my dog Sadie would be safe. We put on gloves and held our breaths. We slowly cut through the tape and working as a pair opened the flap of the box while the other looked for trip wires. We opened the box with the daintiest of movements. Both of us knew that all of us would die with one wrong move. We saw another box inside. The debate to call the police happened again. When Calin once again challenged our man hood by saying that he was not afraid and would open the box. Again, Adam and I took painstaking care in taking the next box from the previous box and slowly, carefully began to open that, only to find another box. At this point we knew we had been had and started tearing into each consecutive box until we found to small packages. I handed one to Adam and we both opened one. Calin and bought us lighters and had them engraved. Oddly enough Adam and I had each grabbed and opened our own lighter.
Calin has gotten us. He is the master for the time being. Adam and I made the fatal error of underestimated our mild manner friend. Not to worry though, I will have a follow up story. “A Night of Revenge” this will be the story in which Adam and I get even. Woo Hoooo…..