today's shift at work was long, but at least i got some money out of it. always a bight side...silver lining...or whatever. just glad its over. kinda pissed that i got shafted and got the super shitty shifts next week. another slap in the face to my already drowning social life.

i got an email from lisa the other day! that was exciting. i bet her and angela are having lots of international adventures. as for me though, i'm just cleaning menus and collecting pagers. definately not as exciting.

so lately i've been having these very strange dreams. i've had about three that seem to be the same, or deal with the same fear. what happens is i get a letter in the mail, the first two times it was from some random person and the third time it was from Joe Warner and i open it only to find distressing news. for some reason i then have to go on a quest to right the wrongs that have been revealed to me in the letter. each time i can remember things being outlined in green. this part intrigues me the most because i read somewhere that green is the color of hope. i've had other dreams where green things stick out, like lawns or someone's shirt. oh, so, the quests. each quest took me in a series of dark tunnels. the first one led me to some guy in a dark cell. he has a tin can (which looks greenish) and was bangning it against the bars. i tried to help him but he couldn't see me. he just kept banging his little can and started singing. the funny part about this dream is that soon there was mr. nguyen and he was playing a saxaphone accompanyment with sunglasses on. the second dream i got the letter and i remember riding in Brett's truck (only not with Brett) down these muddy tunnels and i remember i couldn't find batteries for my flashlight but found lots of text books. i can't really remember anything green off hand, except there was something in the truck and a few other things...and the stick got stuck...haha! the third one i remember the letter being from Joe (in a green envelope) and then i ended up having to go to this little underground colony and i tried to find these ravagged women some food. (a sudden thought has just occured to me, could the colony of women be a metaphor for the hoards of women Joe has?). hmmm...all very intriguing. in every dream i end up feeling afraid. the first one i'm afraid because no one can hear me or even see me (but it is still rather humorous that the little cell was being turned into a jazz club by the lovable mr. nguyen). the other one i'm afraid because i can't find what i'm looking for and in the last one i'm afraid because i'm trying to help these people and it seems really hard.

it makes sense to me that fear would be present. i am someone who scares easily. when i think about it i do have some scary things ahead of me, like living on my own, not gaining weight, making new friends, feeling comfortable in new surroundings.

i always find dreams to be very intriguing. i have some really good ones, like the baseball dream, the mansion and gate dream, the car driving itself dream, the dream where all the boys get drafted and jason flies an airplane. yea, those are some of my greatest hits. i have to think of some other good ones that i've had.

watch, now that i wrote about these three i won't have another dream worthy of space in the LJ for quite some time.

ok, i'm pretty tired, but i just felt like writing about those wierd dreams. if anyone out there has any idea as to why they are the way they are i would love to hear about it. sleep tight all!