insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Thursday, February 09, 2006 Weird Dreams I've been having some pretty weird dreams lately. Last night/this morning: I was dating Coconut, and I was finishing up my degree in medicine. I was getting my license to be a gynecologist. Coconut had been so helpful with my schooling--he would help me study, he would read my textbooks to get an understanding of what I had to learn. It seemed like right before I graduated, I was doing a ton of laundry; I was constantly running out of underwear. I'd often go to classes commando because there were no clean unders in my drawer. I bought a lot of new underwear; Coconut even helped me shop. I bought several months worth of underwear--silky, satiny, sexy, comfy, crazy patterned, lacy. I spent a small fortune. But I still didn't have enough underwear. Coconut was so helpful though, constantly buying me nice underwear. I couldn't figure it out. One day, I had to leave work early. I came home to find Coconut bent over the kitchen table, being fucked by another guy while he was wearing several pairs of my underwear, one on top of the other. The night before that: I woke up crying because I thought Baldric was dead. Right before Ian and I left for our cruise, Baldric got sick. He had started vomiting up blood; I took him to the vet and gave them authorization to run any tests and do whatever necessary to treat him. They called every day to give me an update on how he was doing; when Ian and I came back, he was doing much better. The next day, I went into work as usual. Baldric was still hospitalized, but he was on the mend, and I wasn't too concerned. I got a call about midway through work; it was the vet's office--Baldric had died. I broke down. I started crying and I told everyone at work that I had to go. I couldn't drive because I was crying so hard; my co-workers called Ian to come pick me up and take me to the vet's office. Ian couldn't understand me on the phone, so my co-workers had to explain that Baldric had died. Ian said that he wasn't taking off work for my dead cat; I was furious. I drove to Hagerstown to see Baldric, crying the entire way there. That's when I woke up and realized that Baldric was alive and curled up at my feet purring. I was crying. Ian had a paper due yesterday; I stopped by with dinner for him and told him about my dream. He gave me a big hug and told me that would never happen--if anything happens to Baldric, he'll be there. posted by jaime | 11:33 PM 0 comments |
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