Monday, August 20, 2007

Crazy Chantix Dreams and Other Stuff

Edited 12/09/2009 to address the jackasses who seem to think that commenting here is going to help their advertising or something:

I have and will continue to delete each and every comment linking to a marketing site. If I chose to have advertising on this blog, I would do so overtly and *I* would be the one profiting from it. Your decision to market via my blog constitutes theft, and if I could figure out a way I would press charges.

Save yourself the time. I check this stuff daily. Don't bother.



Well, lookee here! I managed to pull myself out of Second Life.

They said it couldn't be done, but the lure of Blogger (and my blog addiction) is an amazing power unto itself.

On the Second Life stuff, it's an interesting virtual reality setting... or rather, multitude of settings. I haven't even seen half of what's there yet. Like any type of chat/ interactive environment, one should always exercise caution in what one reveals, but I do have to say that I'm having a good time. Just seeing some of the designs (beaches, castles, tree houses) people have created and put on Second Life is absolutely amazing to a graphics-phobe such as myself!

And obviously, as I've made it out alive and still blogging, you can too. So come have a look around. I promise you won't be bored!

Unless you get stuck somewhere awful. During a teleporting outage. Bleah.


Anyway, onto the main title of this post, the Crazy Chantix Dreams. I've had my share of these already, but one from this weekend really took the cake.

I dreamed I was trying to go to my bathroom, but there was a line. Now, this being a dream, the fact that there was a line to use my toilet didn't bother me.

Nor did the fact that the people waiting in line were complete strangers.

Nor did the fact that my pocket bathroom door was suddenly a swinging door (which pushed me nearly into my husband's closet since the lady in front of me backed nearly OVER me when the door opened to permit the last occupant to exit).

No, what did bother me was that when I got into the bathroom:

A) The woman in front of me hadn't flushed (eeewww), and

B) There was a man laying tile in the shower stall (eewww!!), and

C) There was a freaking HOLE in the wall of my shower, through which I could see another guy putting up suspended ceiling in the room next door.

As soon as I saw them, I knew they were from "The County."

I did not use the bathroom. Not even in my dreams am I that uninhibited.

I stomped out there, muttering about why "The County" had to do all this construction when all I wanted to do was go to the bathroom in my Own. Damned. House. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently so.


Apparently it's also too much to ask The County to do road construction work that will necessitate traffic from one of our town's main drags being re-routed past a local elementary school.

On the opening day of school.

Oh, and this detour? Is my normal route.

I hate traffic. And it appears my loathing for The County knows no bounds.


tz said...

love weird dreams like that!
but hey the house construction makes a lot of sense since you're rebuilding your own bodie's housing...bathroom stuff is supposed to be about privacy...i think...who cares it's kind of fun to wake up with that 'wow that was weird' feeling
and sometimes a cigar is just a cigar...

side note..yes my oldest is also 8, just turned in july, my youngest also 4, will be 5 in's that for another coincidence....
by your profile i'm a couple years older than you though.

tz said...

ooh wait, i'll really freak out if you married your highschool sweet heart....

Babs RN said...

I checked out second life some months ago and found myself wandering aimlessly and lost. I lost interest after about a day. My son, after about five minutes.

maggie's mind said...

Chantix dreams are the craziest thing. Ever. I kind of miss it that mine are so muted now.

I'm scared to even look at Second Life. I'll never make it out. I know just enough to know that much.

Amanda said...

TZ, I'll bet the bathroom is about privacy (like I have any in this house? If not the kids, the cats... and if not the cats, my husband, who got TOLD last night that holding a "discussion" with me while I was on the can just wasn't gonna happen!).

And LOL on the latest coincidence! But no, I didn't marry my high school sweetheart. My husband's 49 :)

Babs, well, not everything is for everyone. I've found some really good online directories and guides for some interesting areas, so I've been fortunate. I don't know why Linden Labs doesn't do that well with having the good areas easily accessible. It seems they'd actually (gasp) retain users.

Or maybe that is the point.

Maggie, aren't those dreams a hoot? LOL. And yes, Second Life is a bit addictive. I have stupid hair now, and a stupid skin, and stupid clothes... because I've been shopping like a madwoman on there (hey, the dollars to linders conversion works in our favor!). It's been the tiniest bit like crack ;)

A Mom Who Thinks Too Much said...

Wow, I don't even take drugs, and I have those pee dreams all the time---the bathroom floor is tilted and slippery, the toilet is overflowing with crap, I can't sit down and take a pee ... and then I wake up. And I really gotta pee!

Maybe smokers don't drink enough? Maybe now that you're not smoking, you drink more, so you have more pee dreams?

Why am I having this conversation?

Amanda said...

AMWTTM, ROFL! I can't tell you why you were having the conversation, but I can say that you really made me laugh :)

Those dreams are just insane, I swear. As for drinking fluids, I think smoking affects peoples' fluid intake in different ways. I've heard folks say that once they stopped smoking they started taking in fewer fluids.

Me? Still sucking down mass quantities of Diet Coke and water.

Eh, go figure.

Babs RN said...

Well if I were any better at navigating anything with a control pad it might make a difference. When my son and I get on PS2 and have to walk around an area, his character is always having to wait on my character to get unstuck from that rock I just walked into...or for me to realize I'm looking at the ground instead of the trees...or to find my way out of that crevice I managed to find myself in...or to get the right angle to go up the stairs without falling off the edge...or...or...or...

It pays to have a son who's more patient than you are ;)

Anonymous said...

Every single night I have crazy dreams - last night I took my head off and was brushing out my beard on the table - I though maybe I should put it in the freezer so it wouldn't go bad - then stopped "what if i freeze my brain and die. I put my head back on but worried that I had done something very bad and shouldn't turn my head anymore....