Rec contr' Amor non es guirens lai on sos poclers, s'autra.

I had totally bizarre dreams all night, but by far the strangest was the one where I woke up, and realized that I had posted three poems in my LJ. really short ones - only a few lines, really. And everyone *loved* them! There were all these comments about how great they were, and I re-read the poems and they made no sense. Completely non-sensical.

And even though the post was friends-locked, there were all these strange people commenting on the poems - including a student of mine.

Meanwhile, I'm checking the post from the subway that runs from Bayshore to the Glebe. I'm taking it 'cause the mall was supposed to close at 9, but people kept shopping 'til after 11. I was working at Zellers, and even though I kept trying to close the gate, people were just walking on it.....

furhter proof I'm not from around here My new haircut makes me look like an elf.

Thankfully, I like looking like an elf, so I'm ok with this.

And I just got a job offer in Belguim. What is with all these Europeans offering me jobs? Why now? What the hell is going on??


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Apparently, we don't even need to be near each other to make the world go sideways.

I was sitting in my office today when I heard a little voice beside mine go "please, someone....please.....help...." in a very soft, plaintive voice. I knew, instantly, that the man who works beside me had had a heart attack. Only he hadn't......yet. I have no idea when this will happen.

That brought up an incident from last summer, when I saw a man jump off the Bank street bridge. I was standing on the bike path underneath, and I saw this body jump off the bridge, flail in the air, and fall into the canal, with this huge splash. The only thing that told me it wasn't actually happening? The man looked like water himself - out of focus, blurry, insubstantial.

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I had a dream last night that clumsy_me was mad at me, and wouldn't tell me why.

We were sitting in a class/lecture, while on an expedition, with mr_rhodes, and she kept telling me I know what I did, and that we weren't friends anymore.

It reminded me of the Friends episode where Pheobe is mad at Ross, but won't tell him why. Turns out that they had had a fight in a dream she had, and she transferred that to real life.

I don't think clumsy_me is mad at me. I hope not....

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Judging by the nose bleed I got nearly as soon as I stood up this morning. I never get nose bleeds. Ever. I think I've had maybe two (not including this one) in my life. Plus it's raining out, and I have no bus tickets, and no change, so I have to walk to work. I'll bring a change of pants.

Yesterday my mom tells me that next year she's going to be 60. I think partly it was a hint to let me know that she's 59 this year (yesterday was her birthday.) I proceeded to think that she doesn't look old enough to be 59, or old enough to have a 27 year old daughter. But no one will say that to her 'cause I don't look old enough to be 27. Ok, I don't  act like I'm 27, but it's the same thing.  So everyone will think that my mother is in her 40's, and that I'm in my early 20's.

My mom has been telling people for years that she's 58.  Somewhere in her late 40's she forgot how old she was, and just went for 58.  For nearly 10 years she's been 58.  Finally, last year, they called her on it.  Turns out she was actually 58 that year.

I told my mom that for her 60th birthday, I was going to put a lot of pinkflamigo's on her lawn -- maybe 180 of them.  Anyway, that made me remember this recurring nightmare I used to have as a kid.  I was running around on the huge lawn, with a giant chasing me, and I was trying to get to the house.  And I was trying to hide under the pink flamingo's that were arranged on the lawn in rows -- kind of like they were planted there systematically.

It still makes me shudder.

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Last night, I dreamt that I was on a bus going to Smith Falls, from Kemptville. We got to Merrickville no problem, but on the way to Smith Falls, the driver walked by us and said "Well, I'm off. I've just left things up there." And walked past me down the aisle of the bus. Then he disappeared. But it was like it was on auto-pilot or something, and no one freaked out.

So we get to Smith Falls, and we're all camping overnight, sort of. (I have no idea who "we" is, but it was definately "we" in my dream). Someone is washing dishes, and I offer to do it. It takes me forever, but it doesn't seem that way. I'm talking with people and washing up.....and suddenly I notice that everyone is in bed. And I'm thinking "I should really go to bed!" But I have to get these dishes done first. Then I'm in my mom's hallway, trying to tie a fishing lure to a handbag (I have no idea why) while she argues with my sister about the crown that I get, because I'm older. Then I'm back in Smith Falls, looking at my bed (yes, I have a full on bed at the campground place) thinking "Just one more thing to do, then I can go to sleep."

Which is when my alarm clock, in real life, goes off. So I went from thinking "I should go to bed soon" to being awake, and now I feel like I haven't slept. It's going to be a coffee day.

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