Totally. Creeped. Out.
Feb. 18th, 2004 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saifaiI had one of those "I see dead people" moments, only in the reverse. Now before you go raising your eyebrow at me, it was just a dream. (Just a dream she says?!)
Yup, it was a dream. I'd been in a new house, or hotel, or something with hubby when it happened. I still don't know from the dream if he lived or not. I kinda think not, but I'm still not sure. Something happened, I think an earthquake. I was all quite confused though, so for all I know it could have been a bomb. Our floor had collapsed. I remember thinking how thankful I was I wasn't on that floor at the time, but then just as quickly remembered there were people still on that floor. I just knew if I could just get to them I could save them. I was yelling at people to help them. Nobody was listening to me, though eventually the engineers showed up and said not to bother since it was still unstable.
I flashed around a bit, as dreams usually do, and ended up with my husband's family. They were going on a trip and were all trying to fit in this delivery van, though it probably makes more sense if it was a motorhome. Anyway, I thought it was stupid (and dangerous) and told them so. They weren't really paying any attention to me, and off I went to go find my car. Right where I usually park it was someone else's car. I don't know who, but it really upset me. It occured to me that perhaps I had driven my van. I marched back over to where the family was and didn't see it there.
I flashed around a bit more, saw various scenes of seemingly unrelated matters. I remember them all, but it confuses me more to think of them...
Then finally I landed in a hotel. I remember thinking I had been traveling a long time and felt dirty. I needed a shower, but my room wasn't ready. I had come in with someone else, but I don't know who. Not sure if it's because I can't remember or I didn't know. Anyway, there were showers in the service room. It was all rather neat. You ring this bell on the door and people come in. Only when the service guy shows up he comes with another guest. A male guest. I'm all embarassed, but shrug and figure if I put up enough of a fuss they'll make other arrangements. Which they eventually did. The hotel service guy grabbed up the clothes, towels, soap, and etc. for his guest and ushered the guy outta the room. He made this strange parting comment though about how he hates those stupid ghosts. I stood there staring after them for the longest time thinking what a strange man he was. I shrugged it off though and was grateful I had my shower back to myself. That stupid service guy had turned off the lights when he left though, and I hated the dark, so I walked over the light switch. Nothing I did could make them turn on. I was really starting to get frustrated by then, so I remembered I could ring this bell. The bell wasn't there any longer, but before I could figure it out another woman came bustling in with her child. I thought it odd that she walked straight over to this changing table that I'd never noticed before. I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment since the lights were finally on. I tried turning on the showers then, finally remembering why I was there, but couldn't get those to work right either. The temperature was all wrong, and the water would come out of a different spout then I had intended. Then there would be people there under the other shower heads. More people came, all ignoring my state of undress. Talking about politics, and marriages, and children. I listened for most of the time. Just as this woman was getting all worked up over her husband, I had a thought of a comment I wanted to make. I vaguely heard someone repeating after me in the distance, but paid no mind when I told her, "You loved him enough when you married him. All you have to do now is remember why." Even as I said it I thought it was a strange comment to make to her, and probably not just a little rude considering the exact content of her situation. I couldn't care much about it by then since I was in pain and needed to go.
I woke up then, with a killer migraine (as dreams like that usually do). It wasn't until after I'd been laying awake for several minutes, mostly spent looking back over my dream, that I realized I wasn't really there. Nobody talked to me, people always jumped in surprise when they would look right at me, and I could never manage to manipulate anything around me. I had been dead the entire time, walking around as a ghost. I didn't even know until after I woke up.
Yes, before you ask, I usually dream in that much detail. Though oddly enough, I can't seem to recall as much detail as I would have liked.
Now to help you recover, I've got a couple more of my Mom's famous jokes for you. Couldn't decide if the first was funny or not, but it's there. I rather liked the second one though, since I've been through the first five choices and could laugh about it...
1. A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, I'd like to buy a bra for my wife."
"What type of bra?" asked the clerk.
"Type?" inquires the man, "There's more than one type?"
"Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable.
"Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from." Relieved, the man asked about the types.
The saleslady replied "There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?"
Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.
The saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple... The Catholic type supports the masses. The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen. The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright. And the Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills."
(Ha. Come on, you know you want to laugh.)
2. Bra Sizes Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the Letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, but couldn't
figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!
{A} Almost Boobs...
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can't Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
(F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up
(I just have to laugh at these since they're pretty close to what I thought at the time. By the time I got to DD though I was like, "How did this happen?" *shrugs*)
Yup, it was a dream. I'd been in a new house, or hotel, or something with hubby when it happened. I still don't know from the dream if he lived or not. I kinda think not, but I'm still not sure. Something happened, I think an earthquake. I was all quite confused though, so for all I know it could have been a bomb. Our floor had collapsed. I remember thinking how thankful I was I wasn't on that floor at the time, but then just as quickly remembered there were people still on that floor. I just knew if I could just get to them I could save them. I was yelling at people to help them. Nobody was listening to me, though eventually the engineers showed up and said not to bother since it was still unstable.
I flashed around a bit, as dreams usually do, and ended up with my husband's family. They were going on a trip and were all trying to fit in this delivery van, though it probably makes more sense if it was a motorhome. Anyway, I thought it was stupid (and dangerous) and told them so. They weren't really paying any attention to me, and off I went to go find my car. Right where I usually park it was someone else's car. I don't know who, but it really upset me. It occured to me that perhaps I had driven my van. I marched back over to where the family was and didn't see it there.
I flashed around a bit more, saw various scenes of seemingly unrelated matters. I remember them all, but it confuses me more to think of them...
Then finally I landed in a hotel. I remember thinking I had been traveling a long time and felt dirty. I needed a shower, but my room wasn't ready. I had come in with someone else, but I don't know who. Not sure if it's because I can't remember or I didn't know. Anyway, there were showers in the service room. It was all rather neat. You ring this bell on the door and people come in. Only when the service guy shows up he comes with another guest. A male guest. I'm all embarassed, but shrug and figure if I put up enough of a fuss they'll make other arrangements. Which they eventually did. The hotel service guy grabbed up the clothes, towels, soap, and etc. for his guest and ushered the guy outta the room. He made this strange parting comment though about how he hates those stupid ghosts. I stood there staring after them for the longest time thinking what a strange man he was. I shrugged it off though and was grateful I had my shower back to myself. That stupid service guy had turned off the lights when he left though, and I hated the dark, so I walked over the light switch. Nothing I did could make them turn on. I was really starting to get frustrated by then, so I remembered I could ring this bell. The bell wasn't there any longer, but before I could figure it out another woman came bustling in with her child. I thought it odd that she walked straight over to this changing table that I'd never noticed before. I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment since the lights were finally on. I tried turning on the showers then, finally remembering why I was there, but couldn't get those to work right either. The temperature was all wrong, and the water would come out of a different spout then I had intended. Then there would be people there under the other shower heads. More people came, all ignoring my state of undress. Talking about politics, and marriages, and children. I listened for most of the time. Just as this woman was getting all worked up over her husband, I had a thought of a comment I wanted to make. I vaguely heard someone repeating after me in the distance, but paid no mind when I told her, "You loved him enough when you married him. All you have to do now is remember why." Even as I said it I thought it was a strange comment to make to her, and probably not just a little rude considering the exact content of her situation. I couldn't care much about it by then since I was in pain and needed to go.
I woke up then, with a killer migraine (as dreams like that usually do). It wasn't until after I'd been laying awake for several minutes, mostly spent looking back over my dream, that I realized I wasn't really there. Nobody talked to me, people always jumped in surprise when they would look right at me, and I could never manage to manipulate anything around me. I had been dead the entire time, walking around as a ghost. I didn't even know until after I woke up.
Yes, before you ask, I usually dream in that much detail. Though oddly enough, I can't seem to recall as much detail as I would have liked.
Now to help you recover, I've got a couple more of my Mom's famous jokes for you. Couldn't decide if the first was funny or not, but it's there. I rather liked the second one though, since I've been through the first five choices and could laugh about it...
1. A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, I'd like to buy a bra for my wife."
"What type of bra?" asked the clerk.
"Type?" inquires the man, "There's more than one type?"
"Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable.
"Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from." Relieved, the man asked about the types.
The saleslady replied "There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?"
Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.
The saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple... The Catholic type supports the masses. The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen. The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright. And the Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills."
(Ha. Come on, you know you want to laugh.)
2. Bra Sizes Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the Letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, but couldn't
figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!
{A} Almost Boobs...
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can't Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
(F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up
(I just have to laugh at these since they're pretty close to what I thought at the time. By the time I got to DD though I was like, "How did this happen?" *shrugs*)
