Last night I dreamed that it was time for the podcast but I’d forgotten to discuss/schedule Natsume’s segment. He said it would be no problem and wanted to join us on the podcast. So he showed up in my dumpy little office where we record every week and it wasn’t until he started talking that I realized a) he’s an anime character, how is he all here like it’s normal? If anything, shouldn’t it be Hiroshi Kamiya? and b) he speaks Japanese; how the hell are we supposed to have a conversation and how did I understand him until I realized this?

I also dreamed that it was 7 pm and I was getting into bed because I was so tired. As I looked at the clock and realized it was only seven, I started to cry in frustration because I was sleeping my life away and would never have time to get anything done after work.

I also dreamed that it was New Year’s Eve and all the reservations had shown up at the same time…which also happened to be way early. I went out front and was in a tank top and it was chaos because my help had rearranged the tables to “help” me and nothing made sense. So I started rearranging tables and some of the guests asked me if it would work and I said, “I know it’ll work, I’ve done this before. Several times.” But as I was rearranging the tables to where I actually wanted them, I realized I was still in a tank top and looked like crap. I called to one of my staff and asked them to bring me my spare chef’s coat out of my locker but I realized it was too late and no one seemed to care.



Last night I dreamed that I woke up and wrote down all my dreams. It alternated between making notes in my bedside notebook and blogging. I looked at the clock and it was 8:35 am.  I had it figured that I could blog, go back to sleep for half an hour, and then wake up and get ready for work. (IRL I need to be at work by 6:30 am).

I dreamed about sleeping. I thought it was Wednesday which meant I got to sleep as late as I wanted but I woke up realizing it’s Tuesday; I looked at the clock and it was 10 am. I remember thinking that was so late it was almost too late to go to work and I was wondering why mom didn’t call to wake me up.

I dreamed that Ein was out in the field playing around with deer. He was play-dancing with them. Mom, dad, & I were watching from the kitchen window. It looked really funny. Then he disappeared over the edge by the pond and the deer, which were now horses, scattered. When he didn’t show up, I saw his motionless body in the grass. Dad went to go check on him and I refused to look because I realized this was a dream and as long as I didn’t look and admit he was dead, I could change the future by re-dreaming it and keeping him alive.



Last night I dreamed that Ashley had texted me to cancel our Thursday get-together because she decided we couldn’t be friends because I don’t reply to her text messages. She had sent me one but I didn’t reply because I was sleeping.

I had another dream later where mom asked me to do something but I told her I’d do it in my sleep.

In another dream I was in high school, but then I went to stay over at a friend’s house. She lived on a farm and I wore sandals and realized that was a bad choice. I still had my overloaded backpack from school which was fortunate because although it was only the first day, Mr. McGee had given us lots of homework and I’d almost forgotten about it several times. I think I did have a giant blanket or pillow with me also. I had shorts on which struck me as odd even in the dream since I never wear shorts. There was another girl there for the sleepover in the beginning but later it just became the two of us. As the dream progressed, my friend looked more and more like the redhead from Flip Flappers. She had a lot of siblings, including a wild toddler brother that almost escaped as I went up the stairs into the house, but I caught him and locked the little gate to the stairs. Her dad looked kind of scary but turns out he wasn’t. The mom kind of looked like our vet. I don’t know if my friend had to do chores or what (there were cows there) but there was a period of time where I would be left alone and I was grateful because I had to get that homework done.