Sunday, September 24, 2006
+ The One with the Needle +
I was in high school again. I mean the school, was the setting for my dream. I was at the second floor getting some sort of vaccine shot. There was no epidemic of any kind but a couple of people were being asked to get shots.
I sat at one of the desks and waited to the lady to approach me. I don't remember what she was wearing but I know that she wasn't wearing a nurse uniform.
She takes out the injection and proceeds to press the needle in my arm, right at the fleshy part where the elbow joint is. I don't remember feeling any pain but when I stood up, I felt my arm throbbing.
I had to keep my arm in position, the same "L" position you get your arm in if you were to get a cast. I still felt it throbbing and realized that it was because the lady left the needle in my arm. I didn't panic because it was supposed to be normal, and that the needle was really supposed to be lodged there. She tells me that I should drink 6 glasses of water before I take the needle out.
So, I decide to walk around the campus, at the same time nursing my throbbing arm. You know that feeling when you fall asleep on your arm and all the blood has been cut off? That's how it felt.
Anyway, as I was walking around and gulping down water, I noticed that lunch time was over and that people were starting to line up to go back to the classrooms. I passed the auditorium and saw 3 of my classmates there and they were asking me to come sit with them. I point to my arm and mouth that I couldn't join them, and then left to make my way to the school clinic. I passed all the lines and the line marshals who were trying to keep the students in place.
I enter the clinic and give the nurse my form. She asks if I drank 6 glasses of water, I nod. She stands up and asks me to wait while she gets ready to take the needle out.
I was left there sitting and I looked around to see a few students sitting around the receiving area. I thought to myself, I'm really supposed to be here to have this needle removed but I'd rather not be here. These kids are all here, pretending to be sick, just so they could miss class.
--- That was my dream last night. The annoying thing though is that my arm still hurts, as if it really happened.
trina# 9:23 PM
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Monday, September 18, 2006
+ The One with the Preview Fiasco +
DISCLAIMER: This is my dream journal so the entries are my actual dreams. None of these things happened in real life
It was the some random Preview party. But instead of it being a happy and a joyous thing, there was this whole chaotic vibe looming and just sucking the life out of everyone. I don't remember what it was exactly, but there was a whole mess with the latest Preview issue that angered a lot of (important) people. So, the party became a witch hunt of sorts.
Pauline (Preview EIC in real life) was there and trying her very best to stay calm, after all, it is her party. While the publishers (and whoever angry boss) were there explaining to the crowd what was to be done, Pauline was calm and poised, as if saying with her body language that she didn't do anything wrong, and that you cannot shake such a confident lady like her.
Anyway, what they planned to do was sort the whole thing out that night. Like bring out tapes of interviews, transcripts, receipts, transmittal slips and whatever else that could point them to the offending people. And then they (bosses and publishers) left the auditorium / theater (where the party was being held) to deliberate the facts presented before them.
All the sisters were there and they were asking if I was going to take their mom home. I replied, "No, I'm just with her since the car is waiting outside."
And then Pauline asked me to take down some notes for her.
The theme of the party was Victorian/ Baroque, or I think. I'm not really a fashionista so just think modern Marie Antoinette or trendy Anne Rice vampires (Interview with a Vampire movie) and Gwen Stefani in her "What You Waiting For?" music video.
trina# 2:51 AM
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Sunday, September 24, 2006
+ The One with the Needle +
I was in high school again. I mean the school, was the setting for my dream. I was at the second floor getting some sort of vaccine shot. There was no epidemic of any kind but a couple of people were being asked to get shots.
I sat at one of the desks and waited to the lady to approach me. I don't remember what she was wearing but I know that she wasn't wearing a nurse uniform.
She takes out the injection and proceeds to press the needle in my arm, right at the fleshy part where the elbow joint is. I don't remember feeling any pain but when I stood up, I felt my arm throbbing.
I had to keep my arm in position, the same "L" position you get your arm in if you were to get a cast. I still felt it throbbing and realized that it was because the lady left the needle in my arm. I didn't panic because it was supposed to be normal, and that the needle was really supposed to be lodged there. She tells me that I should drink 6 glasses of water before I take the needle out.
So, I decide to walk around the campus, at the same time nursing my throbbing arm. You know that feeling when you fall asleep on your arm and all the blood has been cut off? That's how it felt.
Anyway, as I was walking around and gulping down water, I noticed that lunch time was over and that people were starting to line up to go back to the classrooms. I passed the auditorium and saw 3 of my classmates there and they were asking me to come sit with them. I point to my arm and mouth that I couldn't join them, and then left to make my way to the school clinic. I passed all the lines and the line marshals who were trying to keep the students in place.
I enter the clinic and give the nurse my form. She asks if I drank 6 glasses of water, I nod. She stands up and asks me to wait while she gets ready to take the needle out.
I was left there sitting and I looked around to see a few students sitting around the receiving area. I thought to myself, I'm really supposed to be here to have this needle removed but I'd rather not be here. These kids are all here, pretending to be sick, just so they could miss class.
--- That was my dream last night. The annoying thing though is that my arm still hurts, as if it really happened.
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Monday, September 18, 2006
+ The One with the Preview Fiasco +
DISCLAIMER: This is my dream journal so the entries are my actual dreams. None of these things happened in real life
It was the some random Preview party. But instead of it being a happy and a joyous thing, there was this whole chaotic vibe looming and just sucking the life out of everyone. I don't remember what it was exactly, but there was a whole mess with the latest Preview issue that angered a lot of (important) people. So, the party became a witch hunt of sorts.
Pauline (Preview EIC in real life) was there and trying her very best to stay calm, after all, it is her party. While the publishers (and whoever angry boss) were there explaining to the crowd what was to be done, Pauline was calm and poised, as if saying with her body language that she didn't do anything wrong, and that you cannot shake such a confident lady like her.
Anyway, what they planned to do was sort the whole thing out that night. Like bring out tapes of interviews, transcripts, receipts, transmittal slips and whatever else that could point them to the offending people. And then they (bosses and publishers) left the auditorium / theater (where the party was being held) to deliberate the facts presented before them.
All the sisters were there and they were asking if I was going to take their mom home. I replied, "No, I'm just with her since the car is waiting outside."
And then Pauline asked me to take down some notes for her.
The theme of the party was Victorian/ Baroque, or I think. I'm not really a fashionista so just think modern Marie Antoinette or trendy Anne Rice vampires (Interview with a Vampire movie) and Gwen Stefani in her "What You Waiting For?" music video.
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