NEEDLING

Long day at work yesterday, and another one coming along today. Barely enough time this morning to chill out with a cup of coffee. Hard getting out of bed. Confused dreams. Was invited at this place by this woman, and I kept messing up. Like I got my foot caught in some string or something trying to make it to the bathroom while they – there were a few people present in the dream conversing in the living room area of wherever I was – and while trying to cut it, I completely entangled myself in it, only to realize that it was some fancy silk drape I was destroying. But the more I tried to unravel myself, the worse I destroyed everything around me and strung myself even more. It was like I was caught in a spider-web. The hostess was a woman probably about my age or just a few years older, who lived alone with her pre-teen daughter. I forgot most of the dream, but I was embarrassed throughout, so much so that I started waking up, and wanting to get the hell out of the dream, because I didn’t want to get caught totally destroying this person’s bedroom-bathroom. It was like a bad Three Stooges skit all bundled up together.

The good thing about today, is that I have to leave the store at eight tonight, I cannot stay till closing, because I am volunteering at the French Legation Museum where they are celebrating Bastille Day. From 21h00 on till closing, I will be in charge of selling raffle tickets. There will be food, drinks, and music. Should be fun, and anyway I need to go out, to do something other than stay at home and go to work.