Girl Talk Thursday — January 27, 2011

Posted: January 28, 2011 in Misc
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Thanks to Java at Never Growing Old I have completely fallen in love with blog hops and memes. It’s been a great way of meeting some very interesting people. In my searching of the Web, I came across a really interesting meme called Girl Talk Thursday, which I am going to take a stab at this week and see how it goes.

This week’s topic is about dreams. Go figure. I had a totally twacked dream last night. I guess I get to share it with all of my readers now, and you can see just how dark and disturbed my dreams really are.

Before I go into last night’s dream, let me warn you. My subconscious seems to work out some of my darker issues through my dreams. I am totally NOT as screwed up as my dreams may seem.

So, on to last nights dream…

I’m sitting in the back room of this Italian restaurant in Chicago. I’ve been going to this restaurant since I was a little girl. I’m at this big round table with my grandfather (who, in my dream, was about 20 years younger than he is now) and my Uncle Nicky (who has passed away). A bunch of my other family members were there too, discussing some typical business shit. Then I notice across the restaurant that my husband’s ex-wife is eating dinner with her husband. I get up, calmly, like I’m going to the bathroom and I literally shot them both dead and walked back to the room where my family is sitting to finish my meal like nothing had happened. Everyone in the restaurant was acting like it was totally normal. I woke up before I could finish my cannoli.

Now, here’s the fucked up part. In my dream, there was nothing wrong with what I had done. I didn’t freak about it. It seemed like at totally rational thing to do. No one in the restaurant cared that I had just pulled a gun out from underneath my jacket and shot two people dead for the world to see. No one even looked up. When I woke up I was sweating and freaked about the dream, but when I was having the dream it didn’t phase me one bit. It was just like I had squashed an ant or something. Which made me wonder, what the hell is wrong with me?

Anyway, I talked about my dream to a friend today who is actually majoring in psychology. She said it was probably just my subconscience’s way of working through some issues I’m having with these people. Trust me, I am not the type of person who would just shoot someone in the middle of a restaurant. The fact that I did it so easily in my dream had me completely freaked out. So there it is, for the world to see. Don’t get me wrong. I hate my husband’s ex-wife and I will do whatever I have to in order to protect my step-kids, but I would not shoot her in the head in the middle of a family restaurant. That was just fucked up. Hopefully tonight I can dream about rainbows and unicorns.

UPDATE:

ROFLMAO. Well, I just noticed that this meme was from 2009. Anyway, I’ll leave it up. Why am I always late to the damn party?

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