insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Monday, September 01, 2008 Weird Dreams I woke up from the weirdest dream this morning. I dreamed that Ian and I were dating again, and we had gone on a day-hike in the mountains. We had spent the morning hiking through the woods, and there was a path with stairs leading down to a mountain lake. We decided to head down to the lake, where there was a really awesome ferry tour--it was $450 a person, but the tour lasted for about 6 hours and included a guided diving tour of the lake also. We both agreed to pay for our own tickets, because they were so expensive. When we got to the boathouse, and it was my turn to purchase a ticket at the counter, Ian grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Rather than spending so much money on a ferry tour, he suggested that we take the $8 train tour around the lake instead. He hadn't looked at the train, because the train was a kiddie-train. I told him that if he didn't want to go on the ferry, he shouldn't have said that he did, and that I could either go alone and he could wait or we continue to hike for the rest of the day. Ian didn't like either option, and started to pout. I told him that we could leave, but that I wanted to see the boathouse first. He agreed, and went to find a glass of water. The boathouse was actually a restaurant and bar, in addition to being tour central, so I found the bar, grabbed a menu, and looked around. I saw that they had Guinness on tap, and moved closer to the bar to find the bartender to ask how they did their pour. Ian comes up to me, glass of water in hand, and says that no one is at the bar, and asks me what I want to order. I explained that I wanted to ask how they pour their Guinness, and he starts yelling at me for wanting a beer in the afternoon. I explain that I wanted to know about their pour first, and it's only one beer, and it's not like I'm driving or having a 6 pack or anything. But whatever, he wants to go, so we leave. As we're heading back up the path, there's a handicapped man walking down--he's got arm-brace crutches, and is moving slowly down the stairs. Ian, all huffy and pissed, is in front of me, walking fast, and pushes the handicap guy out of his way, and into me, almost knocking the both of us over. I help the guy get rebalanced, and apologize for Ian's behavior. The guy accepts and continues on his way. Ian looks back at me, and tells me to hurry up; I look up at him and yell that he's an asshole and I knew that after the first round of dating. And we break up. My sub-conscious is fucked up. Or the universe is trying to tell me that Ian should be on my radar--perhaps he's moved west also? (When we broke up, he did mention Denver as a possible place to relocate, and that's within my day-trip radius at 6 hours south of Sheridan.) I don't know, but it's freaking me out a bit. In better news, Liz had breakfast waiting for me when I woke up--a yummy ham, egg, cheese, and potato casserole thingy. Mmmmm....much better than the dream. And it's fall today! Unofficially. But school has started, and there's a bite to the air, and honeycrisp apples should be in season soon. Its chilly and rainy today, and this will be the first day requiring a long-sleeve shirt and pants since spring. Winter will be here before I know it, but I'm ready to take advantage--my snowshoes are on standby, I've brought out my waterproof fleece-lined hiking boots, and I am planning to buy a pair of snow-pants sometime this month. Bring on the snowshoe season! posted by jaime | 2:04 PM 2 comments |
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