dream #1 can only be a manifestation of my hatred for grocery shopping. because in the dream i had decided to go grocery shopping at the world’s creepiest grocery store, which was wholly invented by my brain. as i was exiting ruby to go into the grocery store, a wild pack of dogs made a mad dash towards one of the entrances of the store and started attacking people, all cujo-like. i ran toward the door with a bunch of other people who were screaming. with a dog yapping at my heels, i made inside the store, as the other dogs started attacking two nuns, who were in their full black habits. i got one of the grocery store workers to call 911 and i as i grabbed my cart (apparently the site of bloody nuns didn’t change my mind about grocery shopping) i saw the bloody nuns on gurneys being attended to by paramedics. i went on with my grocery shopping at the world’s creepiest grocery store, picking over the two loaves of bread that they had and the odd assortment of oddly shaped vegetables. the place was a maze and i never seemed to find my way out, which was how the dream ended, me wandering aimlessly through the grey, dimly lit aisle of bottled water.

dream 2 gets kinda murky.

at one point jess, the web designer at work and that woman, a web developer at work, were sitting at two computers in my apartment (which is some apartment my brain invented and not the actual one i live in). they were arguing vehemently about some aspect of design and in my ham-handed way i decided to play mediator, only to really piss that woman off. in the end we started to argue about what the M in the band OMD stood for. they were adamant that it was movements and i was all, no way it’s manoeuvres, the band is Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. i began searching my apartment looking for the “pretty in pink” soundtrack. i couldn’t find it and i was very adamant that it was in manoeuvres and they were on crack.

our arguing woke up what might have been my boyfriend and/or husband. who was possibly played by sweet rob, a sweet rob who was thicker not really so skinny. he came out of the bedroom and kissed the top of my head. i was sitting at a kitchen counter trying to call someone to verify my rightness about manoueuvres. the sweet rob-type hubby/bf decided to go outside to smoke. apparently you couldn’t smoke on the balcony and he had to drive to the end of the block to smoke. when he came back, he parked the car in the hallway, and i was a little pissed. that’s when the baby woke up. i’m not sure if the baby boy was his or ours, but he woke up and then the sweet-robish guy got the baby out of the crib and handed him to me and i tended to the sweet baby-boy in little footie pajamas who was really quite happy to see me after the nap. and while i fed the baby boy, sweet-robish guy hugged me and kissed me on the top of the had again.

then i woke up.