July 5, 2006

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  I Like Dreaming ...

  
  

  I've been having some odd dreams lately.  Last night I dreamt that I was being robbed at work.  In my dream the robber was a former customer, easily identified on the camera, and he took a little over $2,000 without my feeling terribly threatened.  In fact, I don't know that I even dreamed a weapon.  He just showed up, said, "Give me the money." and that was about it.  I pressed the alarm beneath my drawer and the robber was caught before he got out of the parking lot. 

  
  

  I was still thinking about it when I got to work this morning.  The odd lack of fright, and the fact that the robber was so obviously not going to get away with it from the time it all began seem significant to me, but I'm not sure how.

  
  

  I must have been especially quiet today because my boss asked me what was going on.  So I told her, "I've been having some odd dreams lately and I was thinking about the one from last night."

  
  

  Immediately she responded, "Well that's your guilty conscience."

  
  

  o_0  I'm not sure what she thinks I have to feel guilty of.  But I thought that was an interesting response to give before she knew the content (facts) of my dream.  It made me think about the roots of the word "conscience".  con = with, science=facts   Thinking about it that way gave me an insight that I hadn't had before (call me slow) because it's always puzzled me how someone could "train" their conscience not to bother them.  But if someone were deceived about the facts of a situation, or if they believed that their behavior was justified by facts that most of us would not consider justification then it suddenly makes sense to me how a conscience can be trained.

  
  

  I've been having another dream that has come to me several nights in the past couple weeks.  In this dream there is a young woman whom I do not know personally, but I know of her because of having heard another person talk about her and describe her to me.  This one is strange because in my dream I know the person who tells the stories very well and have over time come to feel as though I know this young woman.  But I know that she doesn't have the same benefit in reverse by which I mean she doesn't know me at all.  For reasons that make sense only in dreams, the person who has been sharing this information with me doesn't talk about me to her. 

  
  

  But now, she's learned something of my existence and she wants to talk to me.  So in my dream I get a phone call from this young woman and I'm not sure what to say.  I know so many details of her life, and she knows nothing but my name.  You know, as I'm typing this I'm thinking maybe the young woman is me.  I can know about her because I'm intimately acquainted with my conscious.  She can't know anything about me because she has no frame of reference to understand the 43 year old she's going to become. 

  
  

  ... Hmmmmm ... maybe if I dream it tonight I'll suggest that she read my Xanga blog to level the field before we talk?  God knows I pretty much let it all hang out here ...

  
  

  And speaking of which ... Dawn asked what's behind the closed doors.  Well, she wants to know what I put in those small cabinets next to the microwave.  So far, not much.  The cabinets are so narrow that anything other than that which can sit right at the front edge of the shelf is too difficult to reach.  I'd have to empty the shelf every time I needed to pull the back things out. 

  
  

  But because you asked ... I have more photos. 

  
  

  

  
  

  I was talking with my best friend about the difficulty of unpacking the kitchen and because MBF is an imminently RATIONAL person, I got this response, "Well, you got it all in that tiny kitchen in the apartment, surely you can fit it into this much larger kitchen."  yeah, you'd think that would be the case! 

  
  

  But no, I still have several boxes of food stuff to unpack and the pantry here is full. 

  
  

  

  
  

  The only thing that reasonably goes in those narrow cabinets, is the coffee stuff on the one side (I put the coffee pot below) and a box of microwave popcorn on the other side.  Oh, yes, I AM the Princess of Quite a Lot More!

  
  

  

  
  

  I've putzed around a bit tonight, emptied another 4-5 boxes but nothing strenuous.  I'm kind of tired of strenuous for now and I'm giving myself grace to be leisurely about unpacking.  Now that I've found the important stuff, the rest of it can wait another day or two.  Come to think of it, I'm still missing a couple important things.  I spoiled myself after the boys left by purchasing a pack of paper plates.    And I haven't seen them since I got here to this place ... But I know where the real plates are.

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

  I wanted to take a photo of my room, but I'm having trouble figuring out a good angle from which to take it, plus there are a few things left to be done in there before it's "House Beautiful" so that one will have to wait a while longer.

  
  

  And as for me ... I'm curling up in my Big Blue Chair ...

  
  

  

  
  

  ... to work a few Sudoku puzzles and then I'm going to bed.  Wonder what I'll dream tonight?

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

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