I apparently have a subconscious issue with dishes. If you remember, over the weekend I had a dream that I did dishes that seemed so real that when I woke up, I was kind of pissed that I still had to do dishes.
Last night I dreamt that I had done a bunch of dishes, but then I put a dirty dish in the sink and the mess from that dish got onto ALL the clean dishes and I had re-wash them all. This time I was happy to wake up and realize I didn't have to wash any dishes.
What is my deal? I don't hate dishes. I find it an inconvience, but I do them. Sometimes I don't even mind.
Are the dishes in my dream a metaphor for something else in my life?
As my friend Laura say, "WTF? What the Fuck?"
Happy Lost Day! Oh, and I guess Happy Valentines Day too. But most importantly, Happy Lost Day.
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I love when I get quoted in blogs. It makes me feel...special! Haha.
Happy Lost day, indeed. Pretty fucked up, for sure. My mind is spinning. I need time to digest each episode. I find that the first half hour or hour after the show ends, I am in a state of shock. Seriously.
And hooray and hazah for the end of the writer's strike! Suhweeeeeeeeet!
Shit I didn't even comment at all about dishes, which was the basis of your blog.
Ahem.
I hate dishes. I have done that before -- put a dirty dish on top of some clean ones and had to rewash them all. It did not help my relationship with dishes. If it weren't bad for the environment, I would use all disposable dishes. No joke.
That is my opinion on dishes. The end.
While I feel so much more enlightened knowing your position on dirty dishes, I would actually like to know what your thoughts on my dreaming about dishes is?
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