Tuesday, February 23, 2010

A pain in my ass

The battle ensues with strength and honor. Pirates chase my companions and me along the arcade floor(?). Well that is weird; but yes, indeed, it appears to be a glass floor with patterns that light up and make different tones to the way you run over them. Each member of the team creates their own theme song and they flee for their lives. Thankfully, we are able to easily outrun the Pirates (their wooden legs slow them down). Cheers of glee and thankfulness rise as we celebrate another day.
OUCH!!! I got hit by an arrow in the left butt cheek! Wow, that seriously really hurts. I try to move my leg, but pain radiates all over my body and shocks the wound like a bolt of lightning. I am now more than ever thankful for my loyal companions as they quickly pick me up and carry me to a safe shelter.
This shelter is my elementary school best friends house. Toddlers run in circles and giggle when they hit head on. I realize that there is in fact an arrow sticking out of my left but cheek. I need someone to look at the wound to access the severity of my situation. I show my best friend and she screams in fright that a black blood-like substance spills from the wound.
I roll over in bed and wake up. All day my left but cheek has been sore...

Monday, February 22, 2010

Going on a Walkabout

I work part-time as an advocate at a transitional housing/drug treatment shelter for Native American women. I love it and wish I was more involved. As anyone knows who has ever worked in social work, your clients can often drop into your life at unexpected moments. Such as on a Walkabout through Australia...

This dream seemed to be caught already half way through. I jumped into the picture and tried to keep up such as one would with a movie you arrived late to. In the middle of the Australian outback there were hungry dying grasses blowing in the breeze and a large snake slid into his hole near by. The place would be relaxing and peaceful if it wasn't for the intense heat and large Native American women arguing over my shoulder about the proper way to make fry bread over our meager fire. I decide it is time for a game and round the ladies up. They are overly unimpressed by my efforts to make this trip somewhat useful, and go on arguing among themselves. The largest of the ladies, we'll call her Stacy, outwardly starts criticizing my choice of places for the women to go to work on their strength and addictive behaviors. Stacy often criticizes me at work and is the negative leader of the pack. I inform her that the government gave me a 50,000 dollar grant (ha! This is definitely a dream) to teach these ladies something and that is what I intend to do. Suddenly a large hawk appears and takes Stacy off. We run after the pair begging for the bird to let go of his grasp on Stacy. We ultimately all become overwhelmed and quit looking. At this point I am panicking due to the loss of one of my clients, and decide that the whole group will hike back to the airport to go home. Upon arriving at home I am actually rewarded for getting rid of the "bad" lady in the house and am told by an Native American Elder that I am very wise and that he was the hawk that took the awful Stacy away.

..Ow! Tate bit my nose. Awake...

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A blog about dreams and maybe a few crazy cat stories...

Disclaimer: I don't believe in dreams. I don't think that because my cat told me in my dream that his name is not Tate, it is actually Hippopotomolopoly and that is what I need to call him ( I dreamt that two nights ago), means that I have a spiritual connection with my cat. A dream about thunderstorms doesn't mean that the moons of Jupiter have suddenly aligned and are creating a shift in Scorpio's influence and I will find my true love this week. To me, dreams are merely my brain sorting out what is important to keep and what I can put in the trash bin. I am writing a blog about dreams simply for the fact that I have wildly vivid dreams. Nearly every night I remember three or four dreams, and they are often hilarious. I have been told that this is somewhat miraculous (but not in the crazy psychic way) and that I should share it with more people.

Occasionally, my dreams are not miraculous or funny in any way; this is where the crazy cat stories come along. Three years ago I found an adorable baby kitten stuck in a tree. I saved his life and brought him home, and he has shown his appreciation through constant entertainment. I do realize that hearing about someone else's cat chasing his tale and meowing along with you while you sing doesn't make the most thrilling of tales, so I will only tell of Tate's truly odd behavior. Such as...the other day I was suffering from a cold and trying to peacefully enjoy my cup of orange juice on the couch. Tate is a definite cat, and doesn't care about how I feel. We had a fight over the orange juice and I tried to position my fingers over the glass so that he wouldn't be able to fit a paw in. He won as usual. I rationalized allowing my cats foot to be immersed in orange juice so that he would taste it, hate it, and leave me alone. Of course that is definitely NOT what happened. My very large fluffy gray cat indeed loves orange juice. I tried to keep fighting him, but got tired and poured in down the drain. Well at least one of us got our daily serving of Vitamin C.