Dream Journal #3

I’m beginning to feel like a freak. Well, my husband says I’m not normal. I know I’m not normal in many ways, but to tell me it’s not normal to recall dreams is making my anxiety a lot worse than in already is.

Anyone who personally knows me, knows I sleep like crap. I’m up and down constantly, shifting frequently to relieve my achy back, shoulders, and hips – in between sitting up to check if hubby is still breathing. Let’s not forget the once a night bathroom trip if I don’t go right before I hit the pillow.

When I talk about dream recall, I can tell you very vivid dreams from 10+ years ago. Even some dreams I used to have as a child. I always thought this is common. Apparently not.

So …. I have a new appointment for a neurology sleep consult. My cardiologist ordered it because I was diagnosed with severe obstructive sleep apnea, and he thinks my machine isn’t the correct one, which is screwing with my sleep. I can’t stress enough how important it is to have the correct machine. I cannot exhale with it on. And now, I have issues with breathing through my nose due to year round allergies from hell. So, I need a full face mask, and a machine that has auto titration.

But that’s not why I’m being referred to a neurologist. I guess there are several specialists who treat spleep apnea.  I used to see a pulmonary specialist.  But now, it’s time to see a neurologist.  The cardiologist didn’t like my description of my nightly dreams.  UGH!  Just leave me alone.  I’m sick of all the ‘ologists’.  My regular doctor and cardiologist are quite enough, thank you very much.

AND, I’M BROKE – IN THE RED.  …no thanks to Obama care and the insane shit it allows the medical industry to get away with.  But I’m not here to get political.

On with last night’s dreams.  Which is what I set out to do in the first place, until my husband started his routine I have a medical anomaly for a wife spiel.  …. I wonder why I’m depressed…

Last night’s dream recall is pretty borken (damn you, Bloggess! I actually typed that by accident).

The first part I remember is wandering some random streets in downtown Niagara Falls, New York.  I was on Pine Ave., but it didn’t look like Pine Ave.  HOWEVER, Pine Ave. always looks the same in my dreams – filled with cool shops for the tourists.  I passed a nice book store (there’s an adult bookstore on 19th street, just off Pine Ave FOR REAL).  Then there was a women’s clothing store.  They didn’t have anything nice that fit me, so I left.

Next was a pizzeria.  It was closed.  Of course!  Because I was hungry, dammit!  So, I headed to the tattoo place.  And of course I didn’t have enough money for the tattoo I want, so I tried bargaining with a female artist, and she threw me out.  Crap.

Then I was suddenly back in college, getting yelled at for skipping classes – something I did a lot of in my last semester, because hell, I was graduating with a 3.4 average anyways, so I could get away with it!  I think I have that dream frequently because it’s my guilty conscience working on me.

I swear some of the things I dream are my sins coming back to haunt me.

The next dreams I had happened when I went back to sleep after my son got on the bus. I TOLD you I do that! It’s cold AF outside. Do you honestly think I’m going to just bounce around my house at 7 o’clock in the morning, doing housework?

Anyways, I think I’m suffering from screen overload. Or maybe over-stimulation, period.

I was at some variety show that was being televised. There were a bunch of YouTubers there, including some of my favorites. And of course, I got challenged to a 7 second sake challenge. I’m thinking this dream happened because I had sake the other day, and I managed to hold on for about 4 seconds. Our chef took delight in watching the rest dribble into my cleavage. Bastard…

In the end, I won the damn challenge in my dream, and I got to sit with these two squishy dorks for the rest of the show.

…only to be recorded by them for their next video… YES, I was doing stupid things for the rest of my dream – all for that damn 7 second challenge.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need some nutrition, caffeine, and a lobotomy.

How Is It Possible?

Last year, I managed VIP tickets. This year, regular tickets.

I can’t remember the last time I stressed so much over a ticket purchase. I think it was a couple of years ago, when I had trouble with Ed Sheeran tickets, and my daughter lost her mind when I could only get lawn seats – basically shit tickets.

At 4:00 pm local time, tickets for Dan and Phil’s upcoming ‘Interactive Introverts’ went on sale. Given the fact that they literally just announced this tour on Friday last week, people were scrambling for money, making sure their calendars are clear! Boys, if you ever run across this blog/entry, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US?!?!?!

I sat at my computer for a good hour prior to sale time, refreshing my browser to make sure I stayed logged in to Ticketmaster – which sucks, by the way. Within one minute, VIP tickets were sold. I can’t believe how quickly other sections sold! Utter panic set in at 4:05, when I could no longer get floor seats. Luckily I got what I did, because as of 4:10, there was a site error, and I could not get any more tickets if I wanted to.

JESUS CHRIST, Ticketmaster! Get your SHIT together, and stop selling to scalpers!

Okay, I think I’m done having an aneurysm. It’s time to decompress with a double shot of ‘something something’.

Meanwhile, I sit here wondering how other sites suddenly have tickets to this event, with my soul as the price for the cheapest tickets, and my future grandchildren’s souls for better tickets. Seems pretty dubious to me. Even though Ticketmaster is a pain in the ass to deal with, it’s better to go through a trusted site, which is exactly what Dan and Phil stated in their live stream yesterday.

I need another drink.

Cringe Worthy

Try new things
They said for fun
You never know
What can be done

Gluing glitter
Painted hands
Soft and neat
A possible brand

Baking challenge
Minor mess
Slapping skin
What a success

Pastel clothing
Flower crowns
Calendar doggos
Everyone simmer down

Spooky week passed
PINOF nears
Guess what’s in store
Prepare for tears

Gaming’mas two
Will surely follow
Many surprises
You’ll definitely wallow

I’m deep in the pit
Of the trashiest can
Someone throw a rope
To this middle-aged fan

This originally
Started as a rant
About my life’s
What-if’s and I can’t-s

Instead of complaining
I wrote something witty
About Dan and Phil
Sorry if it’s shitty



A/N: I truly hope D&P don’t EVER run across this. If they do – SORRY!

RIP Headphone Users

Currently, I’m working on material for a YouTube channel – something I’ve been meaning to do for a few months.

I have the general idea.  I just need to refine what I’m going to vlog.

But be warned.  I literally have lost half of my hearing over the years.  As a result, I’m obnoxiously loud without realizing it.

My poor husband.  Can’t take me anywhere.

Imagine a female version of Dan Howell.  If you don’t know who that is, just search YouTube for ‘Dan Howell Screaming’.

Or watch him play this…

Well, I’m not really a screamer, except when someone throws a spider at me, or one other situation.  But I won’t talk about that second thing. 😛