Saturday, 09 June 2012
I woke up this morning at about 9:45, got up to pee, and then went back to bed. My brain wasn't ready to be awake yet.
I had a dream.
I dreamed that I had moved into a new place, or maybe the current place? I've been dreaming a lot about moving recently, it's a recurring theme. Maybe because it was on my mind for so long before I moved here that now my brain hasn't realized I can stop looking for new apartments.
Anyway, I had moved into this place and I think I was sleeping, or feeling like sleeping. Two people came by to hang out with me. One was this tall guy who was apparently a serious Jewish Guy. The area I moved into now (in real life) has a very high Jewish population, in contrast to the town I grew up in, which had like 2, and were really not practicing. So often on Saturdays and even Friday evenings returning from work I see them all walking to the synagogue, wearing yarmulkes. Anyway the dude in my dream was more like I guess what you'd call a Hasidic Jew, wearing a hat and long hair and dark clothes. He was wearing long sleeves and a jacket and I think I asked him, or maybe I just wondered in my head, how he could wear clothes like that in the summer when it was so hot.
He sat down on my armchair or couch or something and was eating Chinese Takeout or something. I think I felt bad because I felt like I should have given him some food, but I was tired and he told me not to worry about it because he'd gotten this stuff to eat. I dunno. There was also this girl that came by and was eating pizza, I think, and I guess these people wanted to be friends with me even though I didn't know them. It was odd, and I don't know how they came to be in my apartment at all. I think the Jewish guy was in love with me or maybe I was only considering him as a potential mate (which I do with nearly all guys I meet, unless I've been told in advance that they're not available or otherwise not suitable), and I was wondering about how that would work out because I don't really think I could live my life as a Hasidic Jew, but love conquers all, right?
Friday night as I was driving home from work I passed a synagogue I hadn't noticed before (there are quite a few nearby - see my comment above about the demographics of my current town) and there was a sign on it saying that there is an open house for anyone who wants to come on Friday nights. And I thought about going. Every time I go past a church or a synagogue or some other sort of religious establishment I consider going there, not because I really believe in any sort of religion, but because I feel like maybe that might be a nice way to make some friends, and a part of me is kind of craving a community and a circle of friends, which I currently don't really have.
Meanwhile in the dream, apparently my modest sized apartment was really a part of a larger building, and I was sharing it with two people that I (sort of) know in reality. I was walking around the place, trying to figure out which room to take as my bedroom. The woman in the dream (who I work with and is kind of a snot) had taken what seemed to be the largest bedroom, so I was kind of annoyed about that, but I went around looking. I came across another bedroom which was really tiny and had these two tiny bunk beds built into the wall that there was no way I could sleep in either of them, so I thought I'd better look some more.
I came across another bedroom but it already had some really nice furniture, and was apparently taken by my second house-mate, an older gentleman who I have no idea how he ended up in my dream. Immediately, I realized that it must be his room, and as I was leaving, I ran into the gentleman himself. He was wearing a long nightgown and night-cap sort of like in those old-time movies (A Christmas Carol immediately comes to mind but I'm sure there are others) and I thought he would be mad because I was disturbing him - he was either ready to just go to sleep or had gotten up to use the facilities and was now returning to sleep. Not sure which.
But he was nice about it, and pointed me in the direction of the real third bedroom, which it turned out was actually WAY bigger than the one the Snotty Lady had gotten, and I was quite thrilled about that. There was a bunch of furniture already in the room (I guess the previous owners left it behind or something?) and I was thinking about whether to keep it or not, when the aforementioned Friends came by. The Jewish guy was really happy to see me - I think we hugged or something, and the girl was there, and so was another guy. I sort of remember a vague sensation of a love triangle between the Jewish guy and the other guy but I'm not sure why. I think the second guy was a friend of the girl or something like that.
Anyway, we were exploring the house a bit more and then someone was outside shooting off fireworks and we went out on to the balcony to watch them and there were suddenly LOTS of people there and it was like a party.
That's most of what I remember, I think.
So then I finally got up for reals at about 11:30. I had a breakfast sandwich from my freezer, went on Xanga for a bit, and then cleaned my bathroom. That was my goal for today: clean the bathroom, so I did. I even mopped the floor. Tomorrow I need to do laundry, so I'll probably wash my towels and then take a shower, thus ending the super-clean state of my bathroom. Sigh.
After that I started off for my mom's but as I was driving I realized I was hungry because all I'd eaten was that breakfast sandwich. So I pulled into the Turnpike rest area and got myself a cheeseburger, miraculously without murdering any of the tourists who were standing around aimlessly in the middle of the parking lot. Hello! I know you want to look at maps and stuff, but can't you move out of the road???!!!
Uncle #4 was at the house when I got there, and mom and he were discussing his house in Maine, where we plan to spend a week in August. We were talking about what was up there and how to get there and other such things for quite a while. For dinner we had Chinese takeout which was pretty good and I was stuffed afterward. Brother and I went to Starbucks and then to Barnes & Noble so he could get his magazine that he buys once a month. I thought about buying Game of Thrones because it was only $8.99, but decided that I will get it on the Kindle instead (unless it's way more expensive, which I doubt), because I have way too many books as it is. :P
Anyway, that was my day. As a reward for skimming through this blog, here is a thing that probably sums up your thoughts on my thoughts.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend, folks.