October 3, 2004

• Uggh, I had the most awful dream last night. I’m still nauseated. First of all, a little background… when I was a teenager, I had these cute little tree frogs. They were the happiest shade of green and always seemed to be smiling while they were scrunched up, glued to the walls of the terrarium I set up for them. Unfortunately, no one told me they were nocturnal when I bought them, so they often kept me up with a chirping, burbling cacophony. I already had enough trouble sleeping, even back then, without the added racket of two chirpy froggies, so eventually I took them to the home of someone with a pond/backyard and let them go. I figured they had all the amenities, and they’d be happier free than kept.

  
  

  In my dream, I went back to the house where I lived when I had the frogs. I looked out the window of my old bedroom and there was a frog plastered to the window. Of course I was excited. Wow, one of my frogs made it home.

  
  

  So I called all my coworkers to come look. For some reason, they were all in the house as well, though they weren’t really the people I actually work with in the real world. I picked the frog up and it was just as cold ans squishy as I remembered, though much bigger. It was actually larger than both my hands.

  
  

  My coworkers were all like, oh, uh huh, interesting. Bored like. heh So I put the frog back on the window, and then I saw a little eye on its belly and another on its chest near its arm. I reached for it again, but it fell off onto the ground. My coworkers belittled me and said, “You’ll never catch it now.”

  
  

  But I didn’t have any problem picking it up again. It didn’t seem inclined to run away at all. Dirt and other debris was stuck to it, so I took it to a little pool nearby and washed it off. It didn’t seem to mind the pool any more than the ground. Again, my coworkers seemed to assume the frog would try to get away now that it was in the water, but it let me scoop it back up and carry it to my boss. She didn’t seem particularly impressed either.

  
  

  So I took the frog back to the tiny pool and turned it over to let it back into the water. I was worrying about how it would eat because I was sure in the dream that the eyes were connected to extra nerve cells which lead to extra brain tissue. Since one of the eyes would have the nerves going right through the stomach, I was concerned.

  
  

  But as I turned the frog over, the eyes turned into egg yolks and boiled out of the frog’s body and into the water. My coworkers seemed to blaim me for this too. And said things like “Good job” and “Smooth” in sarcastic tones.

  
  

  And I woke up ready to throw up. Of course, I woke up on my back. I always have the worst dreams when I’m on my back. I need more pillows so I can make a pillow nest and not roll over. heh

  
  

  And obviously, I didn’t have eggs for breakfast.

  
  

  At work, I am so terminally busy. They put me in charge of keeping the bargain books in order. No small task, I can tell you. Especially when they don’t give me that much time to do it and we get a new shipment every Friday of at least twenty, closer to forty, boxes which I have to unpack and find homes for. My right arm and wrist hurt fiercely, though it’s getting better. This is going on the third week I’ve been doing the bargain books. It’s not so bad aside from time issues, and it is good exercise.

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