Dream On

I looked up some of my dream stuff at the library today. Turns out that strangling a stranger means money is coming your way (that would be lovely!), but you may have to be ready to defend your good name. Generally, killing someone in your dreams was accepted by all the books to mean something positive -- either you have overcome an obstacle or fear, or you are getting rid of something negative in your life, though I suppose it could also mean you're just a bit psycho.

Maybe it's all about my washer. It's stopped filling with water for the wash cycle. This is a major pain, because I have to do it with a bucket. Through the little soap dispenser slot. (It's a front loader.) Maybe I could try doing it through the door before I put the clothes in. Either way, it's awkward. Thankfully, it still turns, and still appears to fill with water for the rinse cycle. Although last night I guess it stopped partway through a cycle, cuz that's how I found it this morning. Wah. It would be nice if it was still under warranty.

I have a hunch it's about the TKD tournament on Saturday, though. I hate tournaments. I don't know whether or not I'm competing, because I don't know whether or not there will be anyone else in my division. It's a State Tournament, so there's no cross-gender sparring (a first for me -- I've always had to spar guys.) Same goes for MuNKi. All the kids are competing, though.

I did my grocery game early this week. I think that may be a first for me. Usually I end up not getting it done until Sunday, but I found time to squeeze it in today. This trip's results:

Value of groceries purchased: $98.07
............................. I spent: $44.68
...................for a savings of: $53.39

Strange Admissions

So we did the sledding/hot tubbing/snow angels in swimsuits thing again with our friends on Saturday. What a blast! My jeans were so soaking wet by the end of sledding (lots of falling off of a snowboard) that they were dragging down, yet hard to get off. :-P It felt soooo good to get in that hot tub, with the steam billowing up into the night air. I took a few snowboard runs down a baby slope in my suit, and (strange admission #1) log-rolled down the hill a few times, too. It probably looked very silly, but it was nothing if not invigorating! It makes one feel very Swedish. And getting back in that hot tub always feels amazing. I highly recommend pretending to be Swedish yourself if you can arrange it. ^_^

Strange admission #2 is that I had a sex dream about Howie Mandel last night. This is bizarre for a lot of reasons, the fact that the guy was Howie Mandel being a biggie. I mean really! What's up with that? I have no strange affinity for the man. So, OK, he's shaved his head, but he's still not my type. And besides, he didn't even have the decency to have a shaven head in my dream. In fact, I think he had dreads. And he was wearing long-johns! Oddly enough, he was basically a tripod, but come on! I don't even know how I knew it was supposed to be Howie Mandel. For God's sake, if it had to be a Howie, why couldn't have been Howie Long? Or not a Howie at all? Why not Clive Owen? I mean, I HAD just watched a Clive Owen flick. Or the delectable Daniel Craig? But NOOOoooo! I get Howie Mandel. Why? I can't even remember the last time I heard him mentioned anywhere. All I can figure is that I must have been punishing myself for something. I wonder what the long-johns meant. And the long johnson.

And then I went to Jay's blog today, and who does she mention but Howie Mandel. O_O

The worst part is that in my dream, I liked it. :-P

Do You Read Me?

Everywhere I go it seems that blogs are shutting down. 10-4, Roger Doger, I copy. Over.


EDIT: Er, that title isn't referring to me, personally, LOL! I was just using radio lingo in reference to the fact that I feel like I'm receiving a message from "out there." (you know - cuckoo land ;-) ) I'm not berating anyone for lack of comments or anything. ^_^

"To Sleep, Perchance to Dream"

(in the immortal words of Shakespeare, or Sir Francis Bacon)

"ay, there's the rub." (Egan's favourite part)

I dreamed that I was going to have one use of a machine that granted any wish. I had about 2 minutes to come up with what I wanted to wish for. I remember immediately rejecting a few possibilities in fear that they might cause some unforeseen disaster on a massive scale, though I don't remember what they were. I do remember that I chose the ability to work simple magic and perform healing on a small scale.

I also dreamed (dreamt?) that Cyd (our van) had something very slightly wrong with it and that GuTTer MuNKi decided to sell it and buy a new one, which upset me greatly, because it was such an expensive option and I'd thought we were planning to drive Cyd into the ground.

I'm tired of winter. I want to open the windows and let in some fresh air. At least the sun is shining today. Oooh, and it's Wednesday! ^_^