Even dreaming, I can't catch a break

Just before I woke up this morning, I had a dream. A guy gave me a pickup truck...I don't know who he was, I'm not sure what the circumstances, whether it was for something I'd done for him, or was going to do or what The truck itself was black, full-size, good shape---not *quite* Truckzilla, but close enough. It had a bunch of bumper stickers and back window decals on it, including a banner for somekind of business (carpets? tapestries?) in lieu of a tailgate.

The next day, I went to some kind of flea market or street festival. I got there early and stayed all day, and by the end of the day, heading back to the truck, I still felt energetic and happy. I met a cute guy and we were alking along, flirting.

I got to the truck and saw that the driver's door was open. Looked inside the cab, and it was stripped. Even the steering wheel was gone! I stepped back, and realized that the whole engine compartment, everything in front of the firewall was gone! Basically, it was the bed and the cab sitting there.

I was in shock. It occured to me that the original owner and I hadn't completed the paperwork, so even if the insurance paid out, I probably wouldn't get anything, and there was no telling if he'd pass it along so I could get the truck restored. I'd barely had it for 24 hours, and here it was, fucked beyond easy fixing.

Meanwhile, the guy I'd been flirting with said he had to go. I asked if I could call him, and he said he'd call me. And he got out of there, fast, as I tried to point out that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers.

I stood there, bummed out, and wondered where there was a phone so I could report the theft to the cops.

At this point, I woke up, feeling depressed. What does it say about my murky subconscious that even in my sleep, life craps on me? I get ripped off and blown off simultaneously. No luck with vehicles, no luck with my love life.

Why can't I have the GOOD kind of dream, where I'm having Discovery Channel sex with JDM or other hotties? Nope, no such luck.


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Even dreaming, I can't catch a break

Just before I woke up this morning, I had a dream. A guy gave me a pickup truck...I don't know who he was, I'm not sure what the circumstances, whether it was for something I'd done for him, or was going to do or what The truck itself was black, full-size, good shape---not *quite* Truckzilla, but close enough. It had a bunch of bumper stickers and back window decals on it, including a banner for some kind of business (carpets? tapestries?) in lieu of a tailgate.

The next day, I went to some kind of flea market or street festival. I got there early and stayed all day, and by the end of the day, heading back to the truck, I still felt energetic and happy. I met a cute guy and we were walking along, flirting.

I got to the truck and saw that the driver's door was open. Looked inside the cab, and it was stripped. Even the steering wheel was gone! I stepped back, and realized that the whole engine compartment, everything in front of the firewall was gone! Basically, it was the bed and the cab sitting there.

I was in shock. It occured to me that the original owner and I hadn't completed the paperwork, so even if the insurance paid out, I probably wouldn't get anything, and there was no telling if he'd pass it along so I could get the truck restored. I'd barely had it for 24 hours, and here it was, fucked beyond easy fixing.

Meanwhile, the guy I'd been flirting with said he had to go. I asked if I could call him, and he said he'd call me. And he got out of there, fast, as I tried to point out that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers.

I stood there, bummed out, and wondered where there was a phone so I could report the theft to the cops.

At this point, I woke up, feeling depressed. What does it say about my murky subconscious that even in my sleep, life craps on me? I get ripped off and blown off simultaneously. No luck with vehicles, no luck with my love life.

Why can't I have the GOOD kind of dream, where I'm having Discovery Channel sex with JDM or other hotties? Nope, no such luck.


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Massive something to be grateful for

Have you ever had a really horrible day? And come home and had a drink, and the booze hits and that knot at the base of your neck relaxes suddenly, and it's like your brain is unraveling?

It's like that.

Except, multiply 1 day by 21 or so...which is how long I've been on tenderhooks about my benefits running out. Add the fact that when I last put in for my weeks, it only showed that I was getting ONE week instead of two, and I've been frantically trying to figure out what I was going to do if that was all I got, period. One week would just barely pay my insurance for the month, and *possibly* give me enough over for toilet paper and a dozen eggs.

Today, when I went to the mailbox, I found a letter saying my benefits have been extended, and giving me checks for the full two weeks. I spent a couple minutes sitting in the driver's seat of my car, weeping and thanking The Universe.

Then I went up to WalMart, made a deposit, and shopped for a few things beyond t.p. and eggs. (Nothing really extravagant, unless you consider a chocolate-cherry scented Plug-in to be a luxury item.) As you can imagine, it was rather hectic on the Saturday before Thanksgiving! I contributed to the kettle of the first bell-ringer of the year---a tradition of mine: Even if I haven't any money the rest of the season, the first kettle gets SOMETHING.

Drove home feeling drunk with relief. I hadn't realized how tense I was until I wasn't, y'know?


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Massive something to be grateful for

Have you ever had a really horrible day? And come home and had a drink, and the booze hits and that knot at the base of your neck relaxes suddenly, and it's like your brain is unraveling?

It's like that.

Except, multiply 1 day by 21 or so...which is how long I've been on tenderhooks about my benefits running out. Add the fact that when I last put in for my weeks, it only showed that I was getting ONE week instead of two, and I've been frantically trying to figure out what I was going to do if that was all I got, period. One week would just barely pay my insurance for the month, and *possibly* give me enough over for toilet paper and a dozen eggs.

Today, when I went to the mailbox, I found a letter saying my benefits have been extended, and giving me checks for the full two weeks. I spent a couple minutes sitting in the driver's seat of my car, weeping and thanking The Universe.

Then I went up to WalMart, made a deposit, and shopped for a few things beyond t.p. and eggs. (Nothing really extravagant, unless you consider a chocolate-cherry scented Plug-in to be a luxury item.) As you can imagine, it was rather hectic on the Saturday before Thanksgiving! I contributed to the kettle of the first bell-ringer of the year---a tradition of mine: Even if I haven't any money the rest of the season, the first kettle gets SOMETHING.

Drove home feeling drunk with relief. I hadn't realized how tense I was until I wasn't, y'know?


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