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Ramblings from my lunch break
After finishing the project-pain-in-the-rear of the week, I'm left relaxed and reenergized, especially because of the added sleep I received last night. I started dozing off at my desk and decided to crawl into bed to attempt a quick nap and get back up at 7:10 to go to the gym and run. But when the alarm went off, I gave the gym a second thought, and laid my head back down to wait for 8:45. I had the weirdest dream. But I'll get to that in a second.
I took a nice stroll on campus taking fall pictures of buildings and scenery. The temperature is 63, which is quite glorious for this time of year. I am soaking up this concept with much gladness because I know the fate this region has in another month- frozen tundra.
Lunch was good. My schedule forces my lunch to be early so I usually eat alone in my room. Today's menu consisted of a small chicken Caesar salad, string cheese, and a bagel. I love bagels. They're Thomas' Bagels. I love bread, so the scent of blueberry bread in my room has been driving me nutty. I usually get tomatoes on my salad, even though I don't care for them that much. It's one of those situations where you keep trying it with hopes that this time you might like it but then are reminded of the taste and disapproval your tongue gives you. Tomatoes are good for you, right? So I'll take it like a man, or a health freak, and eat the dog gone sucker and then wash it down with a drink. Thank goodness the sweetness of the bagel makes up for it.
Two of my classes have group projects in them. Joy. The first group is for my Studio Skills class, which only has two other people in the group, but one of them probably won't do the work, so it looks like it's me and this other girl, which has good talent and ambition. Not too many worries. The other class, Intro to PR, I'm in a group with 4 others. Not too many worries there either. Sure, I could be worried about the one member's first question to the group "Is anyone hung over", but he's an alright student.
I am looking forward to Christmas a lot this year. It might be the family time, or the warm, Christmas feel of the season, or even the preparation of Christmas gift ideas this year, but I am excited. My new goal is to focus more on the real meaning of Christmas- Christ- rather than myself.
Now to the nutty dream. It's amazing how much detail that can be put into a dream in just the time frame of two hours.
It started out when I caused the family car to break down. Something about filling it with oil but when I put the funnel in, I poked something else and oil had run through the entire engine. I was really upset and felt terrible as my Dad worked on it. Left the scene, which was in the drive thru of the bank at home.
I then went back to my house, which wasn't my house; it was a mansion-like version of my grandmother's old house. Grandma kept yelling at me to do something but I tuned it out, go figure. I kept stressing over the fact that I was going to miss bowling and I kept looking for my phone to call K and M. Eventually I caught up with them in some corridor.
After that I was at my Atmosphere and Space Science Professor's house, which had a small indoor lagoon pool. He had several kids and my friend H and I played with them. Dr. H and I discussed science matters and I planned on asking him about which car I should purchase someday that is environmentally friendly. Him and his wife invited us over for lunch on Sunday, and H and I planned on bringing a pumpkin pie. At the end of the night, he went around the house and sprayed Lysol on all the carpets and couches. Weird.
I left there and went to some type of church service. I saw Mrs. H and she was friendly, she was the greeter. I went in and the setup was very strange. The youth and young adult pastor and my friend M invited me to sit with them at their table but I decided to sit with my friend J, who had a shiny pink coat on with tan lines and a fur hood. I told her the tan accented her eyes. Who says that in dreams?
From there I became a cheerleader for some high school that had my same high school colors- green and white. They were doing a routine and needed me to help hold some banner they were going use to pop someone up in the air, like a sheet and someone being in the middle. But the girl chosen to be popped up was kind of overweight, and they almost recruited me to be the popper-upper, but in the end, we just used a lot of muscle.
And that's it. My friends told me I was nuts, they've never heard of a 2 hour nap with a dream so detailed. I even wrote it down so I could remember. I think my favorite part was being at my professor’s house because I woke up happy; I was having a lot of fun at his house. The Lysol part freaked me out a little though, but hey, everyone has their quarks!
Off to go be productive and such. Have a good one!
I took a nice stroll on campus taking fall pictures of buildings and scenery. The temperature is 63, which is quite glorious for this time of year. I am soaking up this concept with much gladness because I know the fate this region has in another month- frozen tundra.
Lunch was good. My schedule forces my lunch to be early so I usually eat alone in my room. Today's menu consisted of a small chicken Caesar salad, string cheese, and a bagel. I love bagels. They're Thomas' Bagels. I love bread, so the scent of blueberry bread in my room has been driving me nutty. I usually get tomatoes on my salad, even though I don't care for them that much. It's one of those situations where you keep trying it with hopes that this time you might like it but then are reminded of the taste and disapproval your tongue gives you. Tomatoes are good for you, right? So I'll take it like a man, or a health freak, and eat the dog gone sucker and then wash it down with a drink. Thank goodness the sweetness of the bagel makes up for it.
Two of my classes have group projects in them. Joy. The first group is for my Studio Skills class, which only has two other people in the group, but one of them probably won't do the work, so it looks like it's me and this other girl, which has good talent and ambition. Not too many worries. The other class, Intro to PR, I'm in a group with 4 others. Not too many worries there either. Sure, I could be worried about the one member's first question to the group "Is anyone hung over", but he's an alright student.
I am looking forward to Christmas a lot this year. It might be the family time, or the warm, Christmas feel of the season, or even the preparation of Christmas gift ideas this year, but I am excited. My new goal is to focus more on the real meaning of Christmas- Christ- rather than myself.
Now to the nutty dream. It's amazing how much detail that can be put into a dream in just the time frame of two hours.
It started out when I caused the family car to break down. Something about filling it with oil but when I put the funnel in, I poked something else and oil had run through the entire engine. I was really upset and felt terrible as my Dad worked on it. Left the scene, which was in the drive thru of the bank at home.
I then went back to my house, which wasn't my house; it was a mansion-like version of my grandmother's old house. Grandma kept yelling at me to do something but I tuned it out, go figure. I kept stressing over the fact that I was going to miss bowling and I kept looking for my phone to call K and M. Eventually I caught up with them in some corridor.
After that I was at my Atmosphere and Space Science Professor's house, which had a small indoor lagoon pool. He had several kids and my friend H and I played with them. Dr. H and I discussed science matters and I planned on asking him about which car I should purchase someday that is environmentally friendly. Him and his wife invited us over for lunch on Sunday, and H and I planned on bringing a pumpkin pie. At the end of the night, he went around the house and sprayed Lysol on all the carpets and couches. Weird.
I left there and went to some type of church service. I saw Mrs. H and she was friendly, she was the greeter. I went in and the setup was very strange. The youth and young adult pastor and my friend M invited me to sit with them at their table but I decided to sit with my friend J, who had a shiny pink coat on with tan lines and a fur hood. I told her the tan accented her eyes. Who says that in dreams?
From there I became a cheerleader for some high school that had my same high school colors- green and white. They were doing a routine and needed me to help hold some banner they were going use to pop someone up in the air, like a sheet and someone being in the middle. But the girl chosen to be popped up was kind of overweight, and they almost recruited me to be the popper-upper, but in the end, we just used a lot of muscle.
And that's it. My friends told me I was nuts, they've never heard of a 2 hour nap with a dream so detailed. I even wrote it down so I could remember. I think my favorite part was being at my professor’s house because I woke up happy; I was having a lot of fun at his house. The Lysol part freaked me out a little though, but hey, everyone has their quarks!
Off to go be productive and such. Have a good one!
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:22 AM
2 Comments:
Ahh yes, the dreaded group work. I wish I could tell you how many times I've had somebody whine at me about groupwork and such. And intro to PR? I took that class once upon a dream. It was kind of dry. I got a B. I don't remember what I learned in that class. That's because it was PR. Yuck.
Did you eat right before you laid down?
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