Saturday, November 1, 2008

i'm a mouse, duh.

yesterday was halloween, which i don't care about. i'm not just saying that because i am socially challenged at this point in my life. even when i was in high school i never dressed up. (except for when i had a slutty halloween party my senior year. lolz.) i attribute my indifference to halloween to not being able to come up with sweet-ass, original costume ideas yet not wanting to wear something mediocre.

while i usually don't feel the need to personally involve myself with halloween, there is nothing i love more than the sight of a cute baby in a costume. (is this sounding a little a pedo? i assure you it's not.) my neighbors' baby was dressed as a lion, a costume i too once donned as a wee one. another adorable child was a fucking dragon. i'm pretty sure i could hear my ovaries firing off eggs to be fertilized.

on an unrelated note, i used to be totally into remembering my dreams. i would say i'm pretty good at making these recollections. however, i am wishing i could lose this ability because my good to bad dream ratio has consistently been shifting in favor of the negatives. two nights ago i had one where i was in this house with no lights, which was apparently mine, and there was a man who was in an excruciating amount of pain and a baby with a bleeding wound. they were both screaming loudly and it was my responsibility to find the man's painkillers and some gauze to bandage the baby with since we were in my house. i was frantically rummaging through all of these messy, unorganized cupboards in the dark, while the man and baby were screaming and crying and screaming, but all i could find were useless medicines and two passports belonging to my family members.

then last night i had a nice dream where some strange woman told me she liked my eyebrows. so i would say my dream cycle was off to a good start. naturally, this experience was short-lived, as i had this other very realistic, untheatrical dream that was so fucking unpleasant, it caused me to wake up, and i had to be all, "stephanie, check yo self. it's 4 AM and this did not just happen."

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