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Get Out Of My Head

I’m getting quite disturbed by these dreams about wanting to get it on with someone from work. Someone, incidentally, whom I most definitely do NOT find sexually attractive. Nothing against him, but he’s just not my type. Totally.

I had this bizarre dream last night (I think—maybe it was Saturday night) that this same guy from work was spending the night in Aaron’s and my house (which, of course, wasn’t where we live in real life). In the dream, I totally wanted to get it on with this guy, but I knew that Aaron and I only had one condom left (yes, this detail was based in reality), so he’d notice if I used it and we were suddenly out of snoo-snoo hats. Also, when I told this guy I was hot for him, he once again expressed ambivalence about the situation. I think he said something like, “OK, but I’m gonna feel bad about it.”

In the dream, I had planned to lay down in the bed with Aaron, then wait until he fell asleep and go to the guest bedroom and accost Less-Than-Willing Dude From Work; unfortunately, Aaron woke up and knew exactly what I’d been planning. Of course, he was too tired to be really pissed, but not too tired to take care of the proverbial business with me, so I wouldn’t want to go to the other guy.

I remember feeling kind of bad for telling the guy I’d meet him in his room, then not holding up my end; but at the same time, I knew he wasn’t really into it, so it wasn’t like I was being a dick-tease or anything.

WTF is up with these bizarre dreams? What does this represent?

When I have recurring themes in my dreams (especially ones vivid enough to remember), I know my brain is trying to tell me something. I’m really interested in being involved in *something* that I feel is lukewarm toward me, at best. Since the main character is from work, I have to believe it’s something work- or career-related. The most obvious connection, for me, would be the few attempts I’ve made toward getting a job in my field, versus staying with Sky.

(I wish Amy were here to help me read my Tarot. She always has a fresh and objective perspective, but knows me enough to know my inner struggles and what the cards could represent. I end up reading what I want to read.)

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How Epicanthic.

OMG. The lengths these Japanese girls will go just to get that wide-eyed Western look. I mean, check it out:

Sheryl—you’ll have to ask Mariko if she swabs her eyelid with glue and pokes a stick in her eye as part of her daily makeup routine.

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Picking Up Another Old Hobby

Genealogy.

It’s been quite a while since I worked on my family history, but the thought crossed my mind this week that I’d promised my Grandpa Cook that I’d send him copies of some of the work I’d done. Yeah, that was back in August of 2004. I’m a bad granddaughter. :-/

So, this evening I made it my mission to fire up the printer and scanner and copy the pages Grandpa had requested. During this operation, I realized that there was a death certificate I had received a while ago that I never recorded in my genealogy software… Then I remembered that I’d wanted to search for a decent genealogy program for Windows, so I wouldn’t have to fire up the now-obsolete Power Mac just to do genealogy work.

Next mission: burn a hybrid disc of all the stuff on my Mac that I might need in the future, including importable genealogy files. No problem.

Now I had to find some Windows software to one-up my wonderfully-simplistic and long-beloved genealogy shareware for Macintosh (called Gene). See, I’d appropriated a copy of the popular Family Tree Maker years ago, and decided to stick with Gene because I found FTM way too fussy. Too many features for my taste.

But, tonight, I found Brother’s Keeper, which is working smashingly for me so far. It does have a slight learning curve, but I’m liking all the features that allow me to fix my database, relinking spouses and children and such. It even has a search for “unreasonable” dates, like a parent being less than 14 when a child is born (or, in the case of a few of my entries, a child being born before a parent).

So, I’ve spent all this time playing with the database-streamlining features of BK, and I still haven’t entered Granny Maudie’s mother’s death certificate. I’ll have to do that before I go to bed.

Damn… Like I said before, too many hobbies.