Drifting

I missed Ron a lot last night. He was really busy at work and had only had one chance to call me...at two in the afternoon. By the time it was 7:30 and I still hadn't heard from him, I gave him a call to find out he was on a ladder feeding pipe. Ooops, sorry honey...I'll talk to you later. *heavy sigh* I went to sleep on the couch again (on purpose, really) waiting for Ron to get home and wake me so I could possibly spend a little (concious) time with him before heading to bed. I heard him come home and shower. Next thing I know he's smoothing my hair back to give me a nice kiss on the cheek. Mmmm, he smelled like roses...or well, the soap that's in the shower...GOOD. He smelled good! Yea. I slept for a little while longer and then the movie that he'd put on woke me with all it's "fucks" and "fuck yous". I sat up and discovered he'd finally been able rent "Waiting", a hilarious and silly movie about the wait staff at a restaurant. I had tried to rent the damn thing THREE times last week and it was always out. So by this time it was about 12:30 a.m. I sat up, lit a ciggie and watched the rest of the movie with him. It was damn funny! We were rollin'! Totally reminded me of the three years I worked at a small 50's style restaurant while going to jr. college. There were many similarities...the crazy cooks and wait staff, the dorky manager, smoking (and smoking out) behind the place during break, fucking with asshole customers...ahhh, took me back. Good times.

Anyway, I had another fitful night of sleep. After waking up and watching a movie, I had some trouble going to sleep. Ron stayed out in the livingroom and watched another movie. I laid in the bedroom with my mind spinning. Sleep finally came after what seemed like hours...then there was Ron, climbing into bed. I said goodnight, rolled over and had the first of many weird dreams. I was at work, opening the front doors and this couple walked up to me and asked if I'd like to buy some of their candy. I let them in the office with me and right after I closed the doors they attacked me. The man quickly put my arms behind my back while I struggled and struggled, kicking the girl who was trying to bind my legs. Next thing I know, Ron is shaking me awake asking if I'm alright. He said I'd fallen asleep quickly and just as quickly my breathing had gone from calm to frantic. This is the second night this week he's woken me in the middle of a bad dream, saying my breathing was nuts. I don't know...it's weird. He was like, "Holy shit, what the hell is going on??!" Bad dream, honey...bad dream. Again.

The sordid mood did not change once I went back to sleep. More crazy images and situations filled my mind. Here are a few of the things I remember...

-The whole series of dreams was a family get together at my aunt's house. My boss was there. He was crippled and sitting in an armchair in the middle of the kitchen at the beginning.
-More and more people kept showing up. Some were relatives, some I didn't know at all.
-There was a foreign couple who arrived with their two children. The girl was three and the boy was one. They were horrible brats to everyone, yet I was the only one who seemed to notice. At one point in the dream, the kids stole half the guests shoes (we were required to remove them for the party). Everyone else thought they were adorable. I remember at one point I wanted to strangle the little girl.
-I watched white panthers with bright blue eyes mate in the livingroom. They were like, right in my face.
-Ron was at the party with me, but was off getting totally drunk most of the time. He showed up here and there throughout the dream(s) and was a complete ass toward my family the whole time.
-My brother lived in my aunt's attic. He was dying of something, I'm not sure what. All he did was lay and smoke pot. There was lots of ivy growing around his bed posts.
-I went outside to find my shoes that the kids had taken and saw a swarm of ladybugs coming toward me. Most of them flew by, but a few landed on my hands and started biting me. I actually felt the terrible sting. Looking at my hands, there was one particularly huge ladybug on my right index finger, making squeaking noises as it bit and sucked. I watched my finger and hand slowly turn white with blue veins. Then I tried to shake them off. Most came off, except for the huge one. I had to break it in half to get it to release its grip.
-Ron and I had brought my tarantula, Rosie, with us in a clear video cassette case.
-I was talking with some guy about his pet ferrets in a room that was above the attic my brother was in. Half the room had a roof and the other half was outside. We were talking and Ron brought Rosie over. The guy said he had something cool to show me and had me take out my cell phone and put it on the couch. He had Ron put Rosie on the couch next to it and she crawled over toward the phone. The anonymous ferret guy shook my phone a little and Rosie hissed and bit it with two, HUGE sharp fangs. She left what looked like a snakebite on the back of my phone. The centers of the holes turned to a steaming liquid and after a few seconds they lit up an irridescent bluegreen. I put my phone down and had her bite the arm of my glasses. The same thing happened, then the frames got all bent up and the lenses expanded into big pentagons that took on the look of shiny sunglasses. I put them on and looked at myself. They looked rediculous and I started laughing, actually waking myself up.
-Once I was asleep again, I was bringing food to my boss, whos armchair had moved to the backyard.
-I went out the back gate and began searching for my shoes again. I found them, along with many other pairs, in a neighbors garage.
-I went back to the house and sat down in front of my aunt's computer to make a blog entry! HA! I took off my weird glasses and tried to put them on the scanner so that I could post the picture in my blog. The scanner went crazy and my aunt told me to get off the computer.
-I found Ron and told him to gather up Rosie in the casette case because it was time to leave. I got my cell from anonymous guy and noticed the holes had "healed". They looked welded shut.
-Right before I woke up, I was sitting on the toilet and my aunt reached her hand in and gave me my nylons and panties that the bratty kids had also stolen.

What a night! The weird thing about dreams, too, is that they seem so long but they're not. This whole thing was probably only about an hour long. Again, it put me in this mood. I feel like I'm floating through the day. I'm tired. I miss Ron. I have to jog again tonight. Oh yea, and Melanie called yesterday to tell me that Vegas is still on. The funeral isn't going to be until Monday. I'm glad we get to go away, but I MISS RON. I'm not gonna get to see him all weekend again. I'm such a pussy. Speaking of pussies, I'd better remember to buy kitty litter on the way home. That's it for now, my eyes hurt again.