1639dream

[evile]

Sep. 20, 2003

 

 

I had a dream last night that was odd. but I can't remember most of
it. Something about how I was going somewhere on a bus full of newage
hippie types who were all drumming and chanting, but I'd gotten a
cheap ticket, so it was OK. Then we stopped for gas and somehow I was
the one who got out and started the pump. Then the lady driver starts
driving the bus and I'm all like "STOP! The gas nozzle is attached to
the bus!" and she just kept slowly driving to another part of the gas
station, saying it was OK, the hose would stretch. So the total on
the gas was, like, $200 and I was trying to swipe my card but it
wouldn't 'take'. I was bitching at the driver that since I had paid
for my bus ticket, and now a tank of gas, that this trip was more
expensive than the plane trip. Then, suddenly, all the hippies were
off the bus and standing around by the pump. Each of them either put
cash & coins into the cash & coin acceptor part of the gas pump
(wtf?) or swiped their credit cards and paid $10 or $20 or however
much they figured they could afford. I put in $10.20. Eventually the
gas was paid for.

I guess by jumping off first and taking charge of things and not
asking for help I ended up shouldering most of the burden, whereas if
I'd just asked or waited, I would have gotten help. Thank goodness
my card didn't work or else I would have ended up paying for
everything. So..that was interesting.

Then I was at a pet store (like it was attached to the gas station?)
and trying to buy a frog. I saw a sign that said they were $1.98, but
when I got up to the register, the girl charged me $9 something. I
argued with her and we went to the tank where I got the frog.
Apparently I'd picked up a $7 deluxe frog and then with tax it was $9
and change. So I paid and I was about to leave to get back on the
bus, and then she left and there was a guy behind the counter. I was
looking around and found some really cool tri-colored bettas, like
all spotty and stuff. They were called 'confetti bettas' or
something. I went to the cash register where the guy was and traded
the frog (which was in a brown paper bag with his face sticking out)
for the betta (which was in a white wax-paper liquid-filled
envelope). Then I was at my grandmother's house trying to find a
suitable vase or glass to put the fish in, and nothing worked. I
think I ended up putting him in a coffee pot but worrying that
someone was going to try and make coffee later.

I think my brain is happy that I looked at the delphi glass catalog
and I want to make stuff again.