So I had a weird night last night followed by what appeared to be a delirium induced dream.
I hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, and neither had our friends (due to their young son vehemently refusing bedtime) so the only one of us who was well rested was my husband I think.
Anyway, we had a good night and were able to settle their son at a more reasonable hour and then got on to drinking, chatting and watching Jackass #2.
So I had a lot of things on my mind and drifted uneasily to sleep where I apparently had a pretty intense dream that was pretty convincingly real.
I was working in a call centre where all the calls are recorded, one of my co-workers was in on a murder scheme with me and my manager managed to pick up on that (I don't know how exactly.. in real life she's a bit of a thick headed, vapid idiot)
It all culminated at a strange mint themed mother's day party at my relative's house... which began with about ten of us having a pet race (the pets were pretty stupid too... or they may have been confused) then my co-murderer and I went downstairs (a flight or two) that suddenly became more like ten and several celebrities and co-workers were draped across it along with their crap, entourages and also their pets.
I had found out that said manager had attempted to gather all of my call recordings but the people who record them and review them had called *me* instead of her to discuss their findings.
So naturally, my co-worker and I had to go find this manager to end them - either dramatically or murderously.
I remember my dream self feeling like "so, it's come to this" without even stressing about the situation apart from worrying that instead of being Dexter season 1 I was more like Dexter season 8 where he just makes stupid, obvious mistakes that lead to his downfall in an unsatisfying way.
Besides, murdering is over rated. I suppose I'm not the type.. what with all the mess and everything it would leave behind.
It's not my sociopathic scene, or even something my OCD can deal with.
I tried to explain this dream to my husband who asked how much sugar I had consumed the day prior.
I hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, and neither had our friends (due to their young son vehemently refusing bedtime) so the only one of us who was well rested was my husband I think.
Anyway, we had a good night and were able to settle their son at a more reasonable hour and then got on to drinking, chatting and watching Jackass #2.
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| stage one |
The Mr's got pretty blotto but not unmanageable (although after we got home I got tired of waiting for him to come to bed so I turned the light off and was rewarded with a stirring rendition of 'hello darkness my old friend....' with the irony being that we actually lost the sound of silence that night.
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| stage two |
So I had a lot of things on my mind and drifted uneasily to sleep where I apparently had a pretty intense dream that was pretty convincingly real.
I was working in a call centre where all the calls are recorded, one of my co-workers was in on a murder scheme with me and my manager managed to pick up on that (I don't know how exactly.. in real life she's a bit of a thick headed, vapid idiot)
It all culminated at a strange mint themed mother's day party at my relative's house... which began with about ten of us having a pet race (the pets were pretty stupid too... or they may have been confused) then my co-murderer and I went downstairs (a flight or two) that suddenly became more like ten and several celebrities and co-workers were draped across it along with their crap, entourages and also their pets.
I had found out that said manager had attempted to gather all of my call recordings but the people who record them and review them had called *me* instead of her to discuss their findings.
So naturally, my co-worker and I had to go find this manager to end them - either dramatically or murderously.
I remember my dream self feeling like "so, it's come to this" without even stressing about the situation apart from worrying that instead of being Dexter season 1 I was more like Dexter season 8 where he just makes stupid, obvious mistakes that lead to his downfall in an unsatisfying way.
Besides, murdering is over rated. I suppose I'm not the type.. what with all the mess and everything it would leave behind.It's not my sociopathic scene, or even something my OCD can deal with.
I tried to explain this dream to my husband who asked how much sugar I had consumed the day prior.
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