Dreams and Blowfish

My mom bought me the most amazing gift today. It’s a little ceramic dish (tiny--it might old a quarter cup of liquid) that’s shaped like a blowfish. It’s so perfectly cute, and I can’t wait until I move out someday so that I can use it to serve salt at my dinner table with.

I have been having very strange dreams lately. The other night I dreamt that there was a terrible zombie apocalypse and I was living in this post-zombie world compound. Unfortunately, I was the one who had to live in the room facing the zombie menace. My room was open on two sides, with my bed about a foot and a half from the rickety fence set up to keep the zombies out. Periodically I had to pick up my strange scythe-pick combination tool and smack it into the heads of the moaning undead who were reaching through the fence into my room. I then went and tried to rescue this girl who I’ve never met, who rejected my help with a startled, “But who are you?”

I was pretty matter of fact about this, until we were invaded by other living people who had the advantage of coming from above on this hill, so I crawled out and hid behind a truck, and sniped their leader. He tumbled down from the theatre spotlight he was working on the crowd of refugees I had been living with, and the people took us back to live with them at the zoo. They assured me that there were no zombies, and I believed them until the moment before I woke up.

Then, the next night I had a dream where I was a seagull who lived on an ocean the size of a boxcar.

Last night my dream was about the unfairness of multiple choice tests.

Sometimes I sit in class, taking notes on my computer, and write passive aggressive things about the people around me who are disrupting my learning.

Last night I was going to add a couple gallons of water to my fish tanks. I filled the bucket and wrestled it down the hallway to my room, where I was to add the stuff that neutralizes all of the nasty chemicals in the tap water which make it safe for us but dangerous to fishes. Unfortunately, the top came off of the bottle and the entire thing dumped into the bucket, rendering it unusable. I was too lazy to fix the problem and now I have a bucket of water I need to pour out next to my fish tank.

I think I need to get some of those foam earplugs to wear to lectures. That must sound awfully silly, but my ears hurt all the time anymore. Whenever there’s someone nearby who has a cough, I end up feeling like my ears have had hot oil poured down inside them for days. It’s terrible. I am actually afraid that I might go deaf sooner, rather than later. My sense of hearing is awful. It makes me want to learn sign language.

I love receiving flowers.

I think that people who come into a retail store to buy non-essential items and allow their babies to wail the entire time they’re in the store without making some attempt to quiet them are awful, terrible people. Perhaps I’m wrong, but I don’t think inflicting a screaming toddler on forty other people while you browse the selection of stickers we have available is acceptable. Unfortunately, I’m not in a position to say anything to them while I’m at work. I do, however, leave stores which have screaming children in them.

Speaking of screaming children, my cousin is coming out with her two daughters this Friday and I’m interested to see them again. It’s funny to watch someone that much younger than me grow up. It really does happen quickly.