Bob Marley.

Let me preface this with the fact that yesterday was a super long day at work. We had no a/c and I was stuck behind a bunch of copy machines that put out an extraordinary amount of heat. Plus some other debacles. But. Whatever. So as soon as I came home I booked it to my room, dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and face planted into my bed. I slept like that till 1 a.m. when I was awoken abruptly by the second dream I list here. Now. Onto the point of this entry...

This is a bits and pieces kind of dream. Lots of vivid images, but no fluid timelines.

The first image I remember seeing is being in somewhere similar to ancient Rome. Back in the day, if you will. And Bob Marley was fighting for the throne... I knew there was a fight going on but I didn't see any of it. Then, in a moment of glory, someone put a crown on his head and sunlight burst out of the clouds. Yayyy. Long live the king! lol.

Next mental image is depressing... as usual, I had a dream about my ex. I don't normally document these because they happen almost every night. This can either be construed as sweet or insanely creepy. Take your pick. But everyone knows how I feel about him, I whine about it all the time and drunk text him on a regular basis. So...anyway. This one was so realistic it made me wake up out of a dead sleep at one a.m. (see above) He was here. He'd drove down here to see me in person so we could talk. He wanted to see if we should try and work it out or tell me to quit pestering him once and for all. But when he got here it was late so he crawled into bed with me. I swear I rolled over and he was there and we were face to face. I could feel it. Like his breath and how warm he was and his heartbeat. Even the texture of his t-shirt. And I of course start crying and he tells me to stop and we start talking, like we used to, and he says he doesn't want to talk about the serious stuff right now. He's tired, he just drove 6 hours, and he just wants to enjoy the moment. So he starts teasing me about my teddy bear and the stupid stuff I do and have in my room that reminds me of him. Which I will not list here. Because they are embarrassing. And again, could be construed as sweet or insanely creepy.

I woke up with tears running down my face.
UGH.

I also had a dream where my entire family was moving in my grandma's house. (Which is partially true, my cousins and my aunt are moving in with grandma) but it was her old house, and my mom and I were included. And for some reason, my cousin and I (the next oldest) got into this huge argument. We were screaming at each other, but then all of a sudden were cool about it lol. The house we were moving into was pretty awesome though. Oh, and my grandma was sitting at a vanity in this really pretty attic room and I remember coming up the stairs and my mom was re-arranging some stuff. And I asked whose room this was going to be and they said Grandma and Grandpa's. And I said woah.. grandpa's going to be here? And Grandma said, yes, they decided to give it another go. Which is strange... because before he passed away, they had been divorced for at least 6 years...

OKAY then... on to the fourth and final mental image. I believe this one personifies my extreme frustration of work yesterday. (Remind me to drink more coffee, I'm about to have a suuupperr long two weeks.) I'm standing at the CPC check out. And this portly middle aged man with glasses and a blue tshirt tucked into khaki pants walks up. And you know how guys with a gut tuck their shirts into their pants and it like, conforms to the shape of their belly? Yeah. Like that. He walks up to pick up his prints and he says, "Oh, also, I'd like to buy some food stamps." I raise my eyebrow at him and do the head jerk to the side that I do when I'm confused, and say, "Uhm, I'm sorry, but we don't sell food stamps here... They don't even call them food stamps anymore. They're on a card..." Portly Guy starts to get angry. "That's bullshit! I used to buy them here all the time!" I reply, "Well first of all, like I said, they don't give out food stamps anymore, per se. They're on a type of credit card called a Link card. And secondly, if you can afford to buy the stamps, why don't you just go to the store and buy the damn food!" Then he demands to see my manager. I tell him my manager will tell him the exact same thing I just did. Then I woke up because my fan had blown off my blanket.