I was in a shop looking for a blue check shirt, sifting though all these nasty ones on one of those rails that spins round.
Then I found it, the perfect - and I mean perfect - shirt. Right material, right colour, right check size, everything. But as soon as I went to grab it, it moved on the rail. I kept trying to grab it and ending up with one of the nasty ones.
So I'm chasing this shirt round the rail getting really frustrated because I'd finally found the perfect one and it wouldn't let me have it.
I really need to find the perfect blue checked shirt now so I can stop dreaming about it.
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Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Just Desserts
Last night's dream was tastebud tingling, mmmmmmmm.
So, I was working at some crappy job or other when I looked out my window and saw that my mum had opened up a shop called 'Just Desserts'.
I was a little irritated at first that she had chosen to open it where I live as opposed to where she lived (50 miles away) but I went over to check it out.
It was a tiny little place but filled with hand made sweets and chocolates. Tantalising little stacks of them on glass trays behind glass counters, that seemed to be seductively begging you to try them.
I was very excited by this and thought it would be a good place for me to work since I could make sweet treats too.
My mum kept dithering over whether I could have a job and I was getting more antsy everyday, when (after a few days) I looked out my window again to see she had taken someone on! I was highly unamused by this so I stomped on over to the shop to find out just who this usurper was.
It turned out she was just some random girl who'd moved into town, seen the shop and decided she wanted to work there. My mum didn't even know her and hadn't actually given her the job, the girl had just started working! Very bizarre. And I was a bit confused as to why why mum didn't just tell her to go if she didn't want her there.
Anyhoo, I was staring longingly at the chocolates again and thinking that I could make truffles and honeycomb that would go nicely on one of those glass trays, if only I could make the girl leave, when I woke up.
I swear I was actually salivating too! Maybe my tastebuds just couldn't take it and woke me up so I'd give them something to eat. :)
So, I was working at some crappy job or other when I looked out my window and saw that my mum had opened up a shop called 'Just Desserts'.
I was a little irritated at first that she had chosen to open it where I live as opposed to where she lived (50 miles away) but I went over to check it out.
It was a tiny little place but filled with hand made sweets and chocolates. Tantalising little stacks of them on glass trays behind glass counters, that seemed to be seductively begging you to try them.
I was very excited by this and thought it would be a good place for me to work since I could make sweet treats too.
My mum kept dithering over whether I could have a job and I was getting more antsy everyday, when (after a few days) I looked out my window again to see she had taken someone on! I was highly unamused by this so I stomped on over to the shop to find out just who this usurper was.
It turned out she was just some random girl who'd moved into town, seen the shop and decided she wanted to work there. My mum didn't even know her and hadn't actually given her the job, the girl had just started working! Very bizarre. And I was a bit confused as to why why mum didn't just tell her to go if she didn't want her there.
Anyhoo, I was staring longingly at the chocolates again and thinking that I could make truffles and honeycomb that would go nicely on one of those glass trays, if only I could make the girl leave, when I woke up.
I swear I was actually salivating too! Maybe my tastebuds just couldn't take it and woke me up so I'd give them something to eat. :)
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Saturday Night Madness
Even my dream self knew Saturday's dream was a little bit strange - I pitched up at uni for a faculty meeting, to be told that they had changed the timetable. All the professors were looking rather pleased with themselves when they told us that actually, our timetables weren't really that difficult, and we wouldn't have all that much to do. Feeeling this was a little strange, I looked around the room only to see half the cast of Harry Potter there as well. Now I knew this was strange.
I walked out of the meeting, out into the dark, stormy night when a professor came running after me to tell me they had forgotten to tell me my blood type - O positive. (I have no idea whether this is really my blood type). Feeling rather non-plussed by this, I wondered why the uni would need my blood type and also thought it was amazing they had managed to get it without the use of any needles.
Segue into:
I was in one of those bits and bobs shops that sell absolutely everything, looking for a paperback copy of a Harry Potter book. The shop was doing a buy-one-get-one-free sale so I picked up a copy of some cheesy novel - after all, I wasn't technically buying it so it didn't count.
When I got home and started reading the HP, I discovered that some of the pages were missing. I was completely outraged by this and stomped off to the shop demanding a refund. The shop assistant was actually an old college lecturer of mine and the king of sarcasm and he refused to believe that there was anything wrong with the book. So I opened it up and waved it in his face to show him where the missing pages were. He finally, with much huffing and puffing, gave me a refund but then said that I owed him 5p cos of the free book and the 20% off deal. Even my dream self couldn't be doing with maths stuff, so I threw the 5p at him and stomped out.
'Nother segue:
Back home in my flat: I was flitting about doing the housework (which happens all the time obviously) when the doorbell went. B answered it and just stood there, being all stuttery like he couldn't work out what to say. I had gone into B's room and couldn't see who was at the door so I just yelled to see who it was. No answer. I walked into the living room and to my shock and horror, ex-friend K was sitting there, having pushed his way in. My first thought was horrified - I had moved since the last time I saw K, how had he found out where I lived?
Demanding to know how he knew where I lived and what he was doing there, K started shouting about wanting to know why I wouldn't speak to him anymore. I was so angry that he would dare shout at me in my own home, that I lost my temper and, shouting at the top of my lungs, told him exactly why I wasn't talking to him anymore and then threw him out the door.
Then I went on Facebook to write on my status that I would kill whoever had given him my address.
Even my dream self is addicted to Facebook!!!
I walked out of the meeting, out into the dark, stormy night when a professor came running after me to tell me they had forgotten to tell me my blood type - O positive. (I have no idea whether this is really my blood type). Feeling rather non-plussed by this, I wondered why the uni would need my blood type and also thought it was amazing they had managed to get it without the use of any needles.
Segue into:
I was in one of those bits and bobs shops that sell absolutely everything, looking for a paperback copy of a Harry Potter book. The shop was doing a buy-one-get-one-free sale so I picked up a copy of some cheesy novel - after all, I wasn't technically buying it so it didn't count.
When I got home and started reading the HP, I discovered that some of the pages were missing. I was completely outraged by this and stomped off to the shop demanding a refund. The shop assistant was actually an old college lecturer of mine and the king of sarcasm and he refused to believe that there was anything wrong with the book. So I opened it up and waved it in his face to show him where the missing pages were. He finally, with much huffing and puffing, gave me a refund but then said that I owed him 5p cos of the free book and the 20% off deal. Even my dream self couldn't be doing with maths stuff, so I threw the 5p at him and stomped out.
'Nother segue:
Back home in my flat: I was flitting about doing the housework (which happens all the time obviously) when the doorbell went. B answered it and just stood there, being all stuttery like he couldn't work out what to say. I had gone into B's room and couldn't see who was at the door so I just yelled to see who it was. No answer. I walked into the living room and to my shock and horror, ex-friend K was sitting there, having pushed his way in. My first thought was horrified - I had moved since the last time I saw K, how had he found out where I lived?
Demanding to know how he knew where I lived and what he was doing there, K started shouting about wanting to know why I wouldn't speak to him anymore. I was so angry that he would dare shout at me in my own home, that I lost my temper and, shouting at the top of my lungs, told him exactly why I wasn't talking to him anymore and then threw him out the door.
Then I went on Facebook to write on my status that I would kill whoever had given him my address.
Even my dream self is addicted to Facebook!!!
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