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Stay away from my man...

So, I had a dream that my cutie and I were on a long distance plane ride together and stewardess to a liking to him. She even drugged me to spend my time with him. For his part, he was flattered but not particularly interested. Even more strangely, she had a very attractive and hunky husband. She was very outrageous and flirted with him in front of me. I finally had to tell her to back off.

Then, the plane we were on crashed in Minnesota but we were able to catch a train to Sioux Falls, SD. Once we were there, I couldn't get him to help me figure out how we were going to get back to Chicago. We were sitting in diner eating breakfast and he didn't want to move on because he was watching the stewardess’s luggage. He then admitted that he had always indulged in serious flirting while he was married.

And now for something completely different.

I suppose it should come as no surprise, that after few months of high stress at work, my period decided to stop. This happened about the same time last year when I was also in a high stress situation at work. Both times I have hoped that this indeed would be the end of this cycle thing I have gone through since reaching puberty. Both times I have been wrong. The stressful situation has eased and my period has once again appeared. I should have known it was back when I had the desired to eat everything in sight this last week.

In other news, I had a dream that Hugh Hefner was seriously considering making me one his girlfriends. Rather amusing when you consider I am about 20 to 25 years too old for the position (no pun intended). Not to mention my physique lacks the proportions he is so fond of. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure ole Hef and I could have a nice conversation. He is very bright intelligent man, after all. I just doubt he would ever ask me to be a girlfriend. I doubt if I would even be invited for a roll in the hay. In addition, I am not at all interested in sharing my main squeeze. In actuality, I am a rather jealous girl. But anyway, this was a dream and not reality. So, if I were to do an analysis of what this dream, I would hazard a guess that I am feeling pretty good about my looks. Although I do not consider Play Boy bunnies to be the only definition of beauty, I would still consider Hef to be an arbiter of beauty.  I am still attending the health club three times a week and I am finding that this old body is looking better. I haven't lost much weight but that is probably because I have not changed my eating habits. I need to eat less. Always a hard thing for me to do. Have I mentioned the sauna is doing great tings for my sinuses?

Dreaming of KO

Sometimes you don’t want to wake up. When one’s dream involves flirting with Keith Olbermann is one of those times. Needless to say, in my dream, he is just as sarcastically charming as he is on TV.

Of course, my dreams always seem to revolve around work. This one was no exception. It may have to do with having spent all of yesterday working as well. In this dream, KO was the client and we were working on getting some software installed. A former colleague of mine was also on the project. In this dream Michael was actually the one working with KO and I was working on another part. This put Michael in a position to curtail much flirting. Without Michael this dream may have gotten interesting enough that I would have to do some censoring in order to post it.

In addition to all this wonderful flirting, I was also checking out the work that had been done to a former home. This home was taken over by my new colleague Kiran, the collegue that is turning out to be as good as I thought he would be when I interveiwed him. He in turn had fixed it up for someone else and I was checking out the work he had done on the place. These two threads sort of intertwined throughout the dream.

But the flirting with KO is what I was doing when that darn alarm went off. Damn!

Quarters and Latte Dream

I had this dream right before I woke up this morning

I was in a cranky mood. I went to a coffee shop/book store to order a latte. I wanted the latte in a mug that portrayed the Camaroon character that was played by Cameron Diaz. The coffee woman looked confused but went away to do what I asked. As I waited impatiently I fretted with some female relations. Eventually, the coffee woman came back but was now the husband of D, a woman I used to work with. He didn’t have the mug but had found me a book instead. I agreed to buy the book despite that fact that I couldn't find the image I was thinking of in it. I paid him and then we realized that the latte had tipped over in the bag and there was none left in the cup. He reluctantly went to make me another. I noticed the change included a brand new 2005 New Jersey quarter while he was making the fresher latte. He came back with a not so great latte and gave me different change for my purchase. I asked him for the new quarter and he gave me a Texas quarter instead. I threw it in the tip jar and walked away with my not so great latte and book. The dreams also had alot to do with a group of women relatives that I was doing things with but I don't remember those parts of the dream as well.

So, what does this mean? Let's start with the quarters. I really wanted the New Jersey quarter but threw away the Texas quarter. I am currently working in Texas. The consulting firm I interviewed with a week or so ago has a project in New Jersey. Perhaps I want to chuck this gig and go to that one instead. But I really don't want to go to New Jersey. I am actually more interested in a project they have in Vancouver, Wa. which is right across the river from Portland which is one of my favorite places. Anyway, I think that is the message behind the quarters.

Let's tackle the husband of D. I really loathed this woman and have not seen her in years. I always felt her husband was a decent guy and felt a bit sorry for him being married to her. She would announce to the world that she didn't get enough sex from him. She did this while he was present. He didn't get too offended when she would say this but I always felt he deserved better. I got the impression later on that they had decided on a open marriage. In this dream he seemed a bit resentful to be helping me at all. This could be related to my recent success on this gig. D didn't think much of my skills. I suppose my dreaming of her husband serving me might be my unconscious trying to tell me that she was wrong about me and I shouldn't let her bother me anymore. Her husband showed up instead of her because she would never be able to admit I was successful herself. Regardless, that bitch shows up my dreams way more often than I like.

Now, about the Cameroon character played by Cameron Diaz in some movie. It was an animated character that was thin and energized. A very active character. Why would I dream a character played by Cameron Diaz, which in real life never existed? What does Cameron Diaz represent for me? Well, she is very attractive and very vibrant. I think of her mostly in terms of her character in Something about Mary. That character was perfect in every way. The kind of woman we all want to be. Desired by all men, successful career, attractive, active, etc. The animated character of Cameroon seemed to be similar. Although Cameroon did not seem to be female. But it was an energized character. I am thinking that after not feeling real good for the last couple weeks that I am yearning for some energy and health.

Failure Dream

Last night I dreamed of failure. This dream was full of so many symbols of failure. The basic premise was that I was on a two or three day retreat with colleagues doing team building exercises. The main exercise was having car races Nascar style. There were about 8 or 9 people on the retreat but the people who stand out in the dream were:

• George Herbert Walker Bush, 41st president of the United States, AKA Bush-41. In contrast to his son - Bush-43, I never much minded Bush-41. I did not vote for him, however.


• Kathy - a director I worked under a couple of times while working at a large consumer lending company. Kather was at the director level so there was always another boss between her and I in the chain of command. She was actually a very good manager and a genuinely nice person. However, every time I was working under her I screwed up. Not her fault of course. I think I feel still badly about disappointing her.


• Donna - a person I worked with at a large printing company. A truely awful person. She was a party girl who never did a bit of real work while I knew her but because of her outgoing personality and sex appeal she stayed on good terms with most of the people there. She would also spy on me and report back to my manager what time I got in and how long I spent at lunch as well as listen in on all my phone calls. She kept reporting my doings to this manager even after he was no longer my manager. This has never before and never since happened to me anywhere else I have worked. Keep in mind I was salaried at the time, since then I have worked for hourly rates.

The failure symbols:

• First day we had the race. I thought I did pretty well. Of course, with my driving skills just finishing was a major accomplishment. After dinner that evening Kathy passed out scrumptious looking cookies to every one. By the time she got to me she had run out of cookies. I was the only one who did not get a cookie. Kathy and no one else seemed to care that I didn't get a cookie. I was very upset but because I though it would look like I was being petty and childish I did not say anything. But it really upset me and I couldn't let it go.
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• Donna was receiving all sorts of compliments on her long, dark, luscious hair. For some reason she sheared off most of it. She still looked quite attractive in her short bob. I suggested that she take the hair she just cut off and make a wig out of it. That way she could wear the wig on those bad hair days. She thought that was a good idea. She seemed surprised that I would have a good idea.


• After the first night I got moved to a smaller room nearer to everyone else. I wasn't moved closer to them so that I would not feel left out but because they wanted to keep an eye on me.


• Although I had thought I had done well in the first race, I was given the option to drop out of the next race. No one else was given this option. Bush-41 seemed to feel bad about it but did nothing to help me. (Kind of reminds me of Bush-43 and the economy)

I think my subconscious is telling me to get my butt in gear.....