Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Melissa was Kung Fu Fighting

I had a weird dream this morning. I was running around town doing errands with a coworker and I kept saying that I couldn't be late for my class. Well we were at the post office where these 3 girls started harassing me for some reason. I tried to ignore them but they just kept coming at me - flicking my hair, pushing me, telling me shit...it was odd. So this girl pokes my chest and I tell her to stop or "else". She said "oh, yeah?" and pokes me again - then (out of no where) I grab her arm and then sweep my foot behind hers and drop her to the floor. I look at her and say "I said, leave me alone" I love how I'm intimidating in my dream. Anyways - so then I turn around to see if my friend is almost done with his stuff and the girl gets up and comes at me again (like she didn't learn her lesson the first time around). She raises her hand as if to slap me and as it comes down, I grab it, turn it, and get it behind her back. I push her to her friends and go stand with my friend. Next thing you know, here she comes again! This time with a soda and I manage to avoid getting any on me, but she gets a coke bath. For some reason, now is the time that her friends get involved and some kung fu fighting ensues. I don't know kung fu but I felt like Neo at the end of the Matrix - with the slow motion, calmness, but sans the leather. When we walked out, they were a sore beat up mess. Maybe its my frustration over something that's going on that has manifested itself into this dream...could be. Very well could be.

I walked into work today and my health conscious boss had left a V-8 on my desk.

Scott's a sweetheart.

Only one guy noticed the straight hair. The girls all saw it - but none of the people I actually work with said anything until I brought it up, then they go the inevitable "Oh yeah, I thought something was different" response. Consensus - most people liked it but prefer me with the curly do.

Great big happy belated birthday to Yona and an even bigger happy birthday to Tsunami Tachi - yes Tia, that is your name from now on.

Don't get me started on what Pat Robertson has said.

NEWNESS EVENT FOR 08/24/05
I am not, by any means, knowledgeable about guns. This morning someone was flipping through a newspaper in my lobby area and they talked about some new guns that were being shown at this event in Blackwater. One of the guns they "featured" was a grenade launcher. I don't want to sound naive (because I know I do) BUT a "six-shot revolving barrel that is capable of pumping 40mm grenades out so fast, you'll fire the sixth one before the first one hits home". HOLY SHIT PEOPLE! Here is a difference from when I read this story and when a someone else read it he said - "See, you think this is terrorism, I think its fun." No kidding - the best line...the absofuckinglutely best line of the whole thing was "Throw a sight on there, and even a child can shoot it. Really, we watched a 9-year old pluck practice rounds into a car window 75 yards away."

3 comments:

madman said...

I have studied dream therapy. According to present day concepts--you are crazy!

melissa said...

Thanks madman....thanks....

mr_g said...

I think your dream represents every American's desire to kick someone's, anyone's, ass at the post office!