strange times indeed

1.) Dreamt I saw a black cockroach with yellow speckles emerging from a container of butter in my fridge. Do cockroaches even come in colours like that??

2.) Dreamt my cat Rowan got outside (at my parents' house) and when I went out to retrieve her, the street was teeming with cats and I couldn't find her.

Very strange.

Dreamt last night of a quest for a Narnia-like portal in a big ramshackle house, then a counter full of dishes to wash (and feeling depressed because I'd just washed the damn dishes). This after filling my head all day with tales of adventure and romance from Mr Darcy Takes a Wife (which I am finding definitely has more than one meaning, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more). I mean, really. DISHES??? Feh. :P

I was going to go to an SCA event for a day trip today but after this week at work (unusually high call volume, adjusting to a new supervisor), I really needed a "down" day. So we had breakfast in bed, went out to Costco (allergy testing, $15 for a $70 test), did a little shopping, and now doing laundry.

Let's never mind that breakfast was at about 1:30pm. I had to sleep in.

I dreamt that I was supposed to be performing on stage as a main act, which was really a suite of 2 hotel rooms filled waist high with water, and the opening act sang Icehouse's "No Promises"*; all the while I was trying to sleuth who was leaving these vaguely stalkerish handwritten notes. I had the second one and was trying to find the first to compare it to but someone had straightened up the room and had misplaced it. And the room was filled with camel tables (brass top, folding wooden base) but someone had mismatched all of the tops and bases and I thought I would never get my original one again. And my mom was there, as was my sister, who magically had two more kids: a little redhaired girl of about 2 named Angie (who upon our first meeting, walked up to me and said, "Hey, how ya doin'?" just like little Bridget from "Medium") and another little boy she was holding on her hip.

Hello, brain core dump.

* = I am still looking for an MP3 of this song. Thank you.

I won't even go into the number of clumsy things I've done today. I think it has something to do with my freaky-ass dream about riding the subway with John Taylor from Duran Duran, where we're working together on some mission or something.

Also? I still love the diet I'm on... but am getting sick and tired of salad with turkey deli meat on it for lunch. To the point where I want to just take a piece of enchilada casserole (today's cafe lunch item) and eat it, diet be damned. So I need new lunch ideas. :P I haven't eaten lunch yet because I just don't want it. Feh.