So last night I had this rather disturbing nightmare. I was pregnant, which wasn't the scary part. What was utterly terrifying was I realised that my unborn child wasn't moving or growing, and trying to explain my dilemma to healthcare professionals and no one would pay attention to me. Woke up feeling quite shaken and sick with worry about that. Had to remind myself I'm not pregnant and that so wouldn't happen to me if I was.
Which is hilarious when you consider I don't watch the show and don't participate in that fandom except in the most peripheral sense. I suppose I sort of picked up some things via osmosis, from knowing people who are fans, and from having seen, ohh, three episodes and snippets of a couple others. But it's even more random in that I have not even been thinking about the show at all, so why did I go and dream about it?
The dream was still kind of cool, although a bit all over the place. We were being chased by some agent types, and I wanted to go with the Doctor, which he was heavily implying that if I did, I would never come home again because I would die. I think dream me had a very boring life and no loving fiancee, because I didn't really see a problem with that fate. There would be adventures. And there was a robot that was kind of like a Dalek in appearance but not in genocidal tendencies, that we consulted rather like an oracle and it gave me some various flavoured love-heart shaped vitamins with all my nutritional needs. Because starving to death sucks.
...and I woke up just as he was taking me into the TARDIS.
Amusing anyway.
The dream was still kind of cool, although a bit all over the place. We were being chased by some agent types, and I wanted to go with the Doctor, which he was heavily implying that if I did, I would never come home again because I would die. I think dream me had a very boring life and no loving fiancee, because I didn't really see a problem with that fate. There would be adventures. And there was a robot that was kind of like a Dalek in appearance but not in genocidal tendencies, that we consulted rather like an oracle and it gave me some various flavoured love-heart shaped vitamins with all my nutritional needs. Because starving to death sucks.
...and I woke up just as he was taking me into the TARDIS.
Amusing anyway.
Okay, so I had this dream last night... I swear there were elements of my frequent playing of Sims2, because I remember having some trees we had to maintain and some other things... but the main thing I remember was the strong desire to do something that resulted in a Sign from the Divine. Just something to let me know that God is watching.
I don't remember what it was I had to do, but I must have done it because I remember this silvery cherub angel showing up, and I cupped his cheek and he smiled at me, and then I threw my arms open wide as this white light encompassed me. I was filled with this sensation of utter love and peace, it was really quite pleasant.
I can only wonder about a memorable vivid dream like that the night before I have a job interview. Either it was a confidence boost or a good omen. Either way that, plus my hair-cut from the other week, plus my shiny new white leather jacket, plus my Givenchy Organza perfume were all ingredients to try and settle my nerves and boost my confidence for this morning. I hope it ends up being good news.
Fin.
I don't remember what it was I had to do, but I must have done it because I remember this silvery cherub angel showing up, and I cupped his cheek and he smiled at me, and then I threw my arms open wide as this white light encompassed me. I was filled with this sensation of utter love and peace, it was really quite pleasant.
I can only wonder about a memorable vivid dream like that the night before I have a job interview. Either it was a confidence boost or a good omen. Either way that, plus my hair-cut from the other week, plus my shiny new white leather jacket, plus my Givenchy Organza perfume were all ingredients to try and settle my nerves and boost my confidence for this morning. I hope it ends up being good news.
Fin.
dear uterus: you suck!
Jun. 27th, 2010 09:54 amSeriously, excluding last month, the last four months I have been woken up at like two or three in the morning with cramps and mess that really can't wait until morning. I know I've been dealing with these on a monthly basis for the last twelve years (may/june '07 pregnancy scare excluded), but come on, body! Two in the morning? Can't it wait 'til 8:30-9 when I have some coffee in me? *sigh*
Also, hi creepy weird dreams about a sexual sadist with an identical twin fetish. I really didn't like not being in control of that dream and getting to change it to a happy ending. I wasn't even watching any of my crime shows last night, so what was up with that?
I had to ask Joe about five times about dishes from our kitchen that wound up downstairs last week during his birthday party. He was going to clean them, but, all week, their dishes didn't get done. I think Heaven finally got sick of him not doing them and did them herself, after I came down to reclaim our lost dishes once and for all.
Two parcels from my mum arrived the other day. One is sitting un-opened in the spare bedroom, waiting for July 15. (If you happen to remember that's my birthday, feel free to wish me happy birthday, but even with birthday reminders I know I'm a shitty terrible person who forgets to wish other folks a happy birthday, so I totally understand if you don't.) The other parcel was full of old family linen-table cloths, some placemats, and a bunch of (mostly) homemade lace doilies. I don't even like doilies, but they were made by my grandma and aunty Nan and it should stay in the family.
Winter sucks, by the by, as much as my uterus does. Anyway, I got a war or two happening in Kingdoms of Camelot over on FB, so I better see what my alliance is up to.
Fin.
Also, hi creepy weird dreams about a sexual sadist with an identical twin fetish. I really didn't like not being in control of that dream and getting to change it to a happy ending. I wasn't even watching any of my crime shows last night, so what was up with that?
I had to ask Joe about five times about dishes from our kitchen that wound up downstairs last week during his birthday party. He was going to clean them, but, all week, their dishes didn't get done. I think Heaven finally got sick of him not doing them and did them herself, after I came down to reclaim our lost dishes once and for all.
Two parcels from my mum arrived the other day. One is sitting un-opened in the spare bedroom, waiting for July 15. (If you happen to remember that's my birthday, feel free to wish me happy birthday, but even with birthday reminders I know I'm a shitty terrible person who forgets to wish other folks a happy birthday, so I totally understand if you don't.) The other parcel was full of old family linen-table cloths, some placemats, and a bunch of (mostly) homemade lace doilies. I don't even like doilies, but they were made by my grandma and aunty Nan and it should stay in the family.
Winter sucks, by the by, as much as my uterus does. Anyway, I got a war or two happening in Kingdoms of Camelot over on FB, so I better see what my alliance is up to.
Fin.
I must have had a very receptive brain last night, because my dreams featured the book I just finished (Second Strike, Mark Abernathy), the movie I just saw (Sherlock Holmes), and meeting Alan's son Chris, along with Tarns and the twins (that 'How did we meet' meme going around fb) which yeah.... oh, and dreaming that Alan's snoring was the sound of the recycling truck going down the steet--woke me up with a fright because we hadn't put the recycling out yet. Of course it was still dark and my fear was all for nothing.
Also for some unknown reason, the cat came into our room calling loudly, which, since I had refilled her food and water bowls, I could not figure out why she wanted our attention. However, we were both tired and managed to not wake up fully at her demands. Just registered that they had been made.
Haven't been online as much lately, for a couple of reasons. One is that I appetite for fanfic has been temporarily sated, and though I know of an archive or two I haven't explored fully yet, I'm in no rush. Second is that I decided to indulge with my Christmas money and bought the Sims 2 and some of the 'stuff' expansions. This was possibly a mistake, because now I have little inactive buttons throughout the game telling me of other expansion packs I may want to indulge in. Fortunately, Alan hasn't complained (he doesn't want to become a Sims widow) but I also make a concerted effort not to play heaps and heaps and never give him the computer.
Oh, actually, there's a third reason. We are borrowing the Farscape dvds from my dad, and have watched two seasons so far. Just two more to go. It's quite odd for me, because I recall seeing a few of the earlier episodes as my step-dad watched the show. But I only caught snippets of later episodes, so I'll be watching and then suddenly recognise a scene or something. Alan had somehow missed ever seeing the show, didn't know anything about it except that Ben Browder and Claudia Black were in it, which is why I kept giggling about them working together on SG-1.
Yesterday was a gorgeous hot day. I may have got a little too much sun. Not badly burned thank goodness. But Alan went up to Peka Peka for ages, did some fishing and sun bathing, and then came back and got me so I could have some sunning. See, I only sunbathe for about half an hour (15 mins each side, no more, else risk burning. In this case the burn came from reading in the hammock earlier in the day and not having any sunscreen handy) before putting on the sun screen, and then either lay in the sun because it's warming, or find something else to do. Also, normally when we go to Peka Peka, there's an on-shore breeze coming off the ocean than can be rather chill, and if we want to sunbathe, we go up into the dunes. But yesterday it was so hot and the breeze was next to nothing, so we could actually lay on the beach and sun ourselves. And then if we got too hot, walk down to the water and cool off for a tick. The water was still a bit cold for swimming in my opinion, but a couple people were doing it.
Coolest thing about going to the beach yesterday? There was a giant squid washed up on the beach. Its body was about four foot long. It looked like a dead alien. :D
Fin.
Also for some unknown reason, the cat came into our room calling loudly, which, since I had refilled her food and water bowls, I could not figure out why she wanted our attention. However, we were both tired and managed to not wake up fully at her demands. Just registered that they had been made.
Haven't been online as much lately, for a couple of reasons. One is that I appetite for fanfic has been temporarily sated, and though I know of an archive or two I haven't explored fully yet, I'm in no rush. Second is that I decided to indulge with my Christmas money and bought the Sims 2 and some of the 'stuff' expansions. This was possibly a mistake, because now I have little inactive buttons throughout the game telling me of other expansion packs I may want to indulge in. Fortunately, Alan hasn't complained (he doesn't want to become a Sims widow) but I also make a concerted effort not to play heaps and heaps and never give him the computer.
Oh, actually, there's a third reason. We are borrowing the Farscape dvds from my dad, and have watched two seasons so far. Just two more to go. It's quite odd for me, because I recall seeing a few of the earlier episodes as my step-dad watched the show. But I only caught snippets of later episodes, so I'll be watching and then suddenly recognise a scene or something. Alan had somehow missed ever seeing the show, didn't know anything about it except that Ben Browder and Claudia Black were in it, which is why I kept giggling about them working together on SG-1.
Yesterday was a gorgeous hot day. I may have got a little too much sun. Not badly burned thank goodness. But Alan went up to Peka Peka for ages, did some fishing and sun bathing, and then came back and got me so I could have some sunning. See, I only sunbathe for about half an hour (15 mins each side, no more, else risk burning. In this case the burn came from reading in the hammock earlier in the day and not having any sunscreen handy) before putting on the sun screen, and then either lay in the sun because it's warming, or find something else to do. Also, normally when we go to Peka Peka, there's an on-shore breeze coming off the ocean than can be rather chill, and if we want to sunbathe, we go up into the dunes. But yesterday it was so hot and the breeze was next to nothing, so we could actually lay on the beach and sun ourselves. And then if we got too hot, walk down to the water and cool off for a tick. The water was still a bit cold for swimming in my opinion, but a couple people were doing it.
Coolest thing about going to the beach yesterday? There was a giant squid washed up on the beach. Its body was about four foot long. It looked like a dead alien. :D
Fin.
So I just woke up maybe an hour ago, after having a wee nightmare about being sent back to Intermediate. In no way will that uniform ever look good. Also, surrounded by 11 and 12 year olds, when I want to swear up a storm? And then Alan didn't quite get the hang of rescuing, since he showed up, and told me to come with him, and then drove off without me... amazingly I nearly caught the car by running, thank goodness dreams can do that sort of shit.
Another random dream I had last night involved me having a baby. From the colour of his skin it was kinda clear that Alan was not the father, and yet, he and I weren't broken up, so I can only imagine this stemmed from a discussion we once had where, should I reach 'time to have baby' stage and all systems weren't a go for him, then sperm donor time... anyway, this baby of mine, he was rather adorable. I don't remember naming him at all in my dream however.
I cooked roast pork last night. I have never actually cooked a roast before. I looked up tips online to make sure I wasn't going to fuck it up, and, well, everything turned out okay. And Heaven was happy, because she can't eat pork (it makes her ill, or something), and I went and fried up a couple beef & cheese schnitzels for her, anyway. But damn my roast was good.
The weather has gone downwards over the last couple of days. Sucks shit. I hate cloudy rainy, even if the gardens do need it. I was quite amazed because a couple of weekends ago Alan managed to get lightly sunburned from his time at the beach. It sure turned him very brown, at any rate. Speaking of weather, how is this for weird and fantastic...
Christchurch's temperature of 9 degrees (celsius) rose to 21 degrees in 20 minutes yesterday. That? Would be one hell of a body-fuck, I reckon. The kind of reaction the body gets to the shift of just one degree, and this was 12 degrees in a short amount of time. Uh. I do rather wish it was around 21 degrees here, though. Am cold.
Have I mentioned my cat is weird? She is. She totally is. She sits around looking cute and begs a lot when we are eating, wanting our human food. BUT, I'll offer her tidbits of this or that sometimes, and she wont eat it. A bit of roast pork I offered her last night. She likes chicken, but not the chicken from the chinese shop. She'll eat chilli con carne, but turn her nose up at fish. (her cat food is usually some kind of fish flavour, though.) And it's not like I give in to her demands all the time, so, I'm usually a little put out if she decides to be a fussy tart, because, hello, this was a treat here, and now you don't want it? She's weird.
Anyhow. Life's life.
Fin.
Another random dream I had last night involved me having a baby. From the colour of his skin it was kinda clear that Alan was not the father, and yet, he and I weren't broken up, so I can only imagine this stemmed from a discussion we once had where, should I reach 'time to have baby' stage and all systems weren't a go for him, then sperm donor time... anyway, this baby of mine, he was rather adorable. I don't remember naming him at all in my dream however.
I cooked roast pork last night. I have never actually cooked a roast before. I looked up tips online to make sure I wasn't going to fuck it up, and, well, everything turned out okay. And Heaven was happy, because she can't eat pork (it makes her ill, or something), and I went and fried up a couple beef & cheese schnitzels for her, anyway. But damn my roast was good.
The weather has gone downwards over the last couple of days. Sucks shit. I hate cloudy rainy, even if the gardens do need it. I was quite amazed because a couple of weekends ago Alan managed to get lightly sunburned from his time at the beach. It sure turned him very brown, at any rate. Speaking of weather, how is this for weird and fantastic...
Christchurch's temperature of 9 degrees (celsius) rose to 21 degrees in 20 minutes yesterday. That? Would be one hell of a body-fuck, I reckon. The kind of reaction the body gets to the shift of just one degree, and this was 12 degrees in a short amount of time. Uh. I do rather wish it was around 21 degrees here, though. Am cold.
Have I mentioned my cat is weird? She is. She totally is. She sits around looking cute and begs a lot when we are eating, wanting our human food. BUT, I'll offer her tidbits of this or that sometimes, and she wont eat it. A bit of roast pork I offered her last night. She likes chicken, but not the chicken from the chinese shop. She'll eat chilli con carne, but turn her nose up at fish. (her cat food is usually some kind of fish flavour, though.) And it's not like I give in to her demands all the time, so, I'm usually a little put out if she decides to be a fussy tart, because, hello, this was a treat here, and now you don't want it? She's weird.
Anyhow. Life's life.
Fin.
Mylie Cyrus' "I Can't Wait To See You Again" is a sucky, sucky song to wake up and realise you've been dreaming about it. And are still singing it in your head. Bugger that.
Mind you, Alan having a nightmare about a tsunami where he almost gets washed away, and at least one of his boys is injured... way worse. Poor darling.
My down-on-the-knees begging got me the time off work at the end of December, yay! That gives me from Christmas Day to just after New Years up in Hamilton with my mum and step-dad. And all the rest of the family and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Still sleepy. Damn.
Fin.
Mind you, Alan having a nightmare about a tsunami where he almost gets washed away, and at least one of his boys is injured... way worse. Poor darling.
My down-on-the-knees begging got me the time off work at the end of December, yay! That gives me from Christmas Day to just after New Years up in Hamilton with my mum and step-dad. And all the rest of the family and
pandoras_evil_t. Still sleepy. Damn.
Fin.
Good lord...
Nov. 3rd, 2008 11:22 amYou know... give me a dream about being a jedi running around in a storm trooper's gear killing imperial troops and I'm happy. Gimme a hispanic/asian looking side-kick and, yeah, weird, but okay, still running around killing bad guys. Gimme Uma Thurman as a superhot princess to rescue ('cept she doesn't need much rescuing) and things are better. Put me in a house and find fucking scorpions in the bedrooms?
Wake me up in a sweat 'cause they're bloody scary. Thank you brain. Thank you so much.
Yay, I now have Death Proof.
Also, Bones is now on Sunday nights, so I can actually watch it, if I remember, which I didn't, when NCIS was on at that time.
Darling may be moving up in the world. May be moving further south, if all goes well.
Why work doesn't just, I dunno, change my hours on Monday from 2-10 instead of from 3-10? Beyond me. If we move, it won't matter anyhow.
Alan thinks I'd be more than capable to do the work to achieve the qualifications in retail that he's just completed. Reassuring. I should be a superviser, it would me work so much easier. Probably longer hours and the push to let work take over my life, though.
Ummm... Mum and Gary are coming to New Zealand for Christmas. I seriously wish I could get more time off work to spend with them, but NO LEAVE AVAILABLE they tell me and like I'm gonna find someone to cover those shifts? Wish I had a doctor friend to fake me a sick note, but that would be unethical. Eh, well.
I forgot one of my Aussie cousins lives in Rotorua now. I'm so out of touch with reality sometimes. My other cousin in Rotorua is pregnant. Christ (Alan's eldest) and Tarns are expecting the twins to arrive on the 19th, but like babies know that sort of thing. He just proposed to her on their anniversary, too. He was a real romantic about it, too.
Fin.
Wake me up in a sweat 'cause they're bloody scary. Thank you brain. Thank you so much.
Yay, I now have Death Proof.
Also, Bones is now on Sunday nights, so I can actually watch it, if I remember, which I didn't, when NCIS was on at that time.
Darling may be moving up in the world. May be moving further south, if all goes well.
Why work doesn't just, I dunno, change my hours on Monday from 2-10 instead of from 3-10? Beyond me. If we move, it won't matter anyhow.
Alan thinks I'd be more than capable to do the work to achieve the qualifications in retail that he's just completed. Reassuring. I should be a superviser, it would me work so much easier. Probably longer hours and the push to let work take over my life, though.
Ummm... Mum and Gary are coming to New Zealand for Christmas. I seriously wish I could get more time off work to spend with them, but NO LEAVE AVAILABLE they tell me and like I'm gonna find someone to cover those shifts? Wish I had a doctor friend to fake me a sick note, but that would be unethical. Eh, well.
I forgot one of my Aussie cousins lives in Rotorua now. I'm so out of touch with reality sometimes. My other cousin in Rotorua is pregnant. Christ (Alan's eldest) and Tarns are expecting the twins to arrive on the 19th, but like babies know that sort of thing. He just proposed to her on their anniversary, too. He was a real romantic about it, too.
Fin.
Only I would have a dream in which my rescuer from a man torturing me (that turned into me kicking said torturer's ass) would be Jesus Christ. And I was polite but firm in thanking Our Lord and Saviour, but no, I was not interested in becoming a devout Christian, ever, despite the fact he had just saved me.
Then I got to make a grand entrance into a tavern on a Santa sleigh, wearing a chain outfit made by my darling that at this point is only theoretical, in order to get pished with Jack Sparrow and shock some poor Indian bartender by my lack of dress.
Yep. My dreams are on crack.
Fin.
Then I got to make a grand entrance into a tavern on a Santa sleigh, wearing a chain outfit made by my darling that at this point is only theoretical, in order to get pished with Jack Sparrow and shock some poor Indian bartender by my lack of dress.
Yep. My dreams are on crack.
Fin.
Strange dreams in which Regulus Black had a non-goofy version of Scooby Doo as his sidekick. Sirius Black looked like my flatmate's cute young chef friend Jesse, while James, Remus, and Peter just looked like something my mind cobbled together from book descriptions. And Sirius had buried 'treasure' in the front yard of Grimmauld Place... said treasure being some plants that didn't wither and die after being buried. And that's only half of it.
Was woken up this morning about four times by phones. The first time, I'm not even sure when exactly it was, because I was too sleepy to even focus on the clock. We don't have an answering machine or anything, so it just rang and rang and rang, because I was too tired to get up, and my flatmate was dead to the world. Second time the phone rang, for not nearly as long, was five something, and I found out later Clayton woke for that one, but both of us were too damned tired to get up and answer.
Then, again, around seven, I was woken by my cellphone vibrating from a text I'd received when it was off from Clayton's mate Thaddeus, because Clayt had left his cell at his place. I'd tried calling Clayton's phone last night when he'd realised he couldn't find it, and given the lack of ringing at home, figured he'd left it at Thaddeus's. And then I got another text around 8:30 from Jono (the Myspace guy I had a one night stand with) asking if I was ever down his way. I still haven't answered.
Last week, the weather was simply divine, and the weekend was wonderful... went out on the town Saturday night, danced for hours in Unos with it's wonderful techno beats; finally bailed after this guy was practically sexin' me up on the dancefloor, and I couldn't tell if he was good-looking or not, and I had work in the morning. Both my jobs have been going well. We also had this guy, Levi Vaoga, in our store for the weekend, so a shitload of customers, and, likes, some cool demonstrations... some very, very psyched kids, too.
My cousin Dimitri is visiting NZ shortly, and I may get to hang out with him. Just not sure if it will be here or if I'll need to take time off and travel down to Wellington. But it will be cool to see him again. We haven't met up in years... his parents, and brother Martin with wife and child were here in NZ in January/February of last year. Anyway, Dimitri's one of my favourite cousins, and he sorta introduced my brother and I to Terry Pratchet (although he was a bit beyond me at the time, I was only 10 or 11). Also, were he not my cousin, I'd be way more interested in the fact he could touch the tip of his nose with the tip of his tongue. *snicker*
And... my flatmate Ben should be back from Aus sometime today.
Fin.
ETA: Oh, yes, allow me to take this moment and pimpashinae & linden_jay's most awesomest of awesome crossover AUs ever. It's Firefly 'verse with Heroes characters, and just a whole damn lot of joy. They're only just now giving the general public a wee teaser to whet your appetite. Go, read, become addicted, and beg for more. 'Cause it's so very, very cool.
Was woken up this morning about four times by phones. The first time, I'm not even sure when exactly it was, because I was too sleepy to even focus on the clock. We don't have an answering machine or anything, so it just rang and rang and rang, because I was too tired to get up, and my flatmate was dead to the world. Second time the phone rang, for not nearly as long, was five something, and I found out later Clayton woke for that one, but both of us were too damned tired to get up and answer.
Then, again, around seven, I was woken by my cellphone vibrating from a text I'd received when it was off from Clayton's mate Thaddeus, because Clayt had left his cell at his place. I'd tried calling Clayton's phone last night when he'd realised he couldn't find it, and given the lack of ringing at home, figured he'd left it at Thaddeus's. And then I got another text around 8:30 from Jono (the Myspace guy I had a one night stand with) asking if I was ever down his way. I still haven't answered.
Last week, the weather was simply divine, and the weekend was wonderful... went out on the town Saturday night, danced for hours in Unos with it's wonderful techno beats; finally bailed after this guy was practically sexin' me up on the dancefloor, and I couldn't tell if he was good-looking or not, and I had work in the morning. Both my jobs have been going well. We also had this guy, Levi Vaoga, in our store for the weekend, so a shitload of customers, and, likes, some cool demonstrations... some very, very psyched kids, too.
My cousin Dimitri is visiting NZ shortly, and I may get to hang out with him. Just not sure if it will be here or if I'll need to take time off and travel down to Wellington. But it will be cool to see him again. We haven't met up in years... his parents, and brother Martin with wife and child were here in NZ in January/February of last year. Anyway, Dimitri's one of my favourite cousins, and he sorta introduced my brother and I to Terry Pratchet (although he was a bit beyond me at the time, I was only 10 or 11). Also, were he not my cousin, I'd be way more interested in the fact he could touch the tip of his nose with the tip of his tongue. *snicker*
And... my flatmate Ben should be back from Aus sometime today.
Fin.
ETA: Oh, yes, allow me to take this moment and pimp
ashinae & linden_jay's most awesomest of awesome crossover AUs ever. It's Firefly 'verse with Heroes characters, and just a whole damn lot of joy. They're only just now giving the general public a wee teaser to whet your appetite. Go, read, become addicted, and beg for more. 'Cause it's so very, very cool.
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