It’s very, very disturbing to wake up and try to sort through the vestiges of your dreams, sorting out what is real from what your brain conjured up in the wee hours of the night.
For instance, no, I am not on the run from a very evil drug cartel. Nor did I go scuba diving with my husband and mother-in-law to cleverly hide from the aforementioned drug cartel. A plan that was perfect until someone figured out we were in the water & started shooting at us. Fortunately, we were all quite good at the scuba diving (again, not so in the light of day), but I still woke up very shaky and confused. Might have been because it was a bit of a rough night – after all the overcast weather we’ve had, the moon finally surfaced and in it’s full splendor, illuminated our chunk of earth with an extremely blindingly bright light. I recall waking up thinking a spotlight was being shone on my face. Lots of confusion.
Moving on with the day. Pizza 51 makes some good food. Since we’d had homemade pizza the night before, I opted for breadsticks & a salad, and got the breadsticks with cheese & roasted garlic. Thinking they would probably take the approach to the garlic with a minimal hand. Whoa, Nelly, let me tell you what, I am now good for vampire season. (Full moon and all, I guess this is a good thing.) They liberally coat the bread with roasted garlic, and no amount of Trident Splash seems to be cutting the side effects. Also, our waitress was royally torqued, possibly because the girl who took our orders was hard of hearing, and made some adjustments to all the things we bought, thus rendering us with blank stares when the waitperson announced what she was delivering. No black olives turned into “No broccoli”; “with cheese” became “without cheese”, and a couple of things had to return to the restaurant to get fixed. Our party was a big group, so I started cringing every time she approached our table, waiting for the moment when she absolutely lost her temper and threw the plate of food at us. It didn’t quite come to that, but boy howdy, next time, I’ll make sure my order was taken correctly.
Despite some of the craziness that always seems to accompany a Monday, I have to say this week is already off to a better start when compared to last week. And since this week includes being chased by Pablo Escabar and Co, I think that’s saying quite a bit!
I’ll see my knitty pals tonight at the Guild meeting, and then I’m headed home for the Weeds finale… I also started the Mystery Stole 4 over the weekend, and already love the color combo I chose for my yarn/beads. Knitting on zero Addis though, not my joy, but I am knitting both panels as I go, so when all the clues have been issued, I have matching, symmetrical pieces to graft & be done!
Full moon is for werewolves, not vampires so much….sighhhh…girls!
Vampires, werewolves, whatever! psht. Boys!
Eenyhoo… Wow, I wish I could have dreams like that sometimes. I so rarely dream, even a spooky, crazy one like that might be fun.
I hear ya’ on the waitress thing, as well. I hate to complain or request changes. I can see the loogies dropping into my plate in my head when I say, “Excuse me, I ordered…”
I always have dreams that I’m being chased/hunted down to be killed — I wonder what the underlying metaphor is (it can’t be as boring as work stress, right?).