I've always had freaky dreams. When I was a kid, horror movies gave me terrible nightmares because my imagination would run away with me. Little note of advice here. If your kids have bad dreams from movies, don't let them watch a Friday the 13th marathon while you're living on a lake. Anyway, when I got older I used to have dreams that were disturbing to say the least. The term postal is appropriate here because that's the type of dreams I'd have. In the dreams, no one ever survived and I woke up in a good mood. *g* Scared the shit out of me actually. But I figured it had to do with the fact I didn't/wouldn't speak my mind to anyone. I was a nice little doormat and the dreams were how I worked out my aggression over that. Finally, I said fuck it. Told everyone who enjoyed hurting me or pushing me around to go fuck themselves. No more dreams of laying waste to the workplace.
The only thing that I can figure out now for the strange dreams I've had for the last year or so is because of family stress. I want to get away from everyone around here, and these are my little escape route.
I was supposed to have my 2nd day of training today, but they called a few minutes ago saying to not come in. I wish this guy would get his damn act together. I don't care if he is re-opening a store. You don't conduct business like this.
My dad has now seen the entire series, including PKwars, from beginning to end. Just before we were done with season 4, he had me put in Premiere again. He loves John doing the science bit with the slingshot. *g*