Wednesday, October 19, 2005

I had a dream last night -

My parents were out of town and I had to take care of their animals. I was at home and waiting for Ben to get ready (he didn't want to go so he was taking forever) and was really annoyed that we hadn't left yet. It seemed like forever. Suddenly, my parents' beagle, Spike, shows up. We had taken so long the animals had escaped. I put Spike into the second bedroom, while I tried to figure out what to do. I decided to walk him back home. While I was getting ready, Ben's ex-girlfriend/wife came over and was going to spend the night. In our bed. With Ben. (The ex-girlfriend's role was played by one of Ben's coworkers real-life wife.) I was pissed and started to argue, but then my parents' cat, Tobie, showed up. And then the pit bull Elmer (my parent's don't have a pit bull, but Elmer was my former neighbor's dog). Yay! Before I left to walk them back, I got into a fight with Ben and his ex, they didn't think it was a big deal they were in the same bed because they had "slept in the same bed before," spoken in a tone that implies what an idiot I am for not realizing that. I was so incredibly pissed off and hurt. I put thin little leashes on the animals and left. They were really well behaved on the walk, everyone kept remarking how neat it was to see dogs walking nicely beside a cat. Even in my dream I was thinking about Homeward Bound. It was really nice. Then I woke up.

Now here's where I analyze it. Lately, my job has been so incredible stressful. Every drive home, I concentrate on relaxing and letting it all go. It a 20 minute drive, so there is time. When I do get home, I focus on being in a great mood. The dream kind of reminded me of that. When I was around Ben and that bitch of an ex, I was completely stressed out and pissed off. But when I was with the animals, I felt great.

Or maybe that's not it at all. But hey, I don't care.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


ben: what do you want for supper?
me: i don't know what we have
ben: whatever your big heart desires
me: did you just call my heart fat?
ben: fat with love

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