Dreams and Dark
May. 19th, 2004 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Eeesh. What a night. And this morning is shaping up to be just as...interesting.
Good news first. Wolf had an interview and registered with another temp agency yesterday. The nosebleeds that kept him out of work seem to have stopped, so he went in today. Both job prospects are well-paying and workable hours. One's a direct hire, the other is temp-to-hire. Cross your fingers. He doesn't need to stay in that toxic enviornment he's currently in.
Going to bed early last night, we find Stubby lounging on the bed. Loudmouth is hanging out by the nightstands. Stubby took to the loving, and we confirmed female-ness. Stubby looooooves chin rubs. Her eyes are starting to clear up as well. In a day or two, I take the scissors to her horrible mats. We had to kick Stubby off the bed after lights out because she insisted on trying to sleep on the pillows. Not gonna fly, furball.
Dracula. I dreamed of Wolf as Dracula and myself as Mina, imaging courtesy of Van Helsing. Since I know who it is, I fall totally in love with Dracula and agree to be his wife. He bites me twice, then thinks I betrayed him to my family, who is bound and determined to get me back. I protest my innocence, then one of the other wives attacks me, thinking to get rid of a rival. We fight.
Zero dark thirty, or sometime between 1 and 5 am. I wake up to a strange sound and dry mouth. Getting up to investigate reveals Mel has finally managed to open the door. She's growling at Stubby, who's hissing back. I pick up Mel, toss her out the door and close it more securely. Loudmouth is still under the bed. I make sure the humidifier is on and running and go back to bed. Sleep sits back and laughs at me as I toss and turn for what felt like about two hours. I can't breathe, which ticks me off, and then Stubby comes up and asks for more loving. No, cat. I'm trying to sleep. Go away. She does, I toss and turn some more and finally drop off.
The Dracula dream picks up again, only to be interrupted by NPR statically declaring it's 6 am.
*sighs, rubs eyes* Blessed caffine, come to my aid.
Good news first. Wolf had an interview and registered with another temp agency yesterday. The nosebleeds that kept him out of work seem to have stopped, so he went in today. Both job prospects are well-paying and workable hours. One's a direct hire, the other is temp-to-hire. Cross your fingers. He doesn't need to stay in that toxic enviornment he's currently in.
Going to bed early last night, we find Stubby lounging on the bed. Loudmouth is hanging out by the nightstands. Stubby took to the loving, and we confirmed female-ness. Stubby looooooves chin rubs. Her eyes are starting to clear up as well. In a day or two, I take the scissors to her horrible mats. We had to kick Stubby off the bed after lights out because she insisted on trying to sleep on the pillows. Not gonna fly, furball.
Dracula. I dreamed of Wolf as Dracula and myself as Mina, imaging courtesy of Van Helsing. Since I know who it is, I fall totally in love with Dracula and agree to be his wife. He bites me twice, then thinks I betrayed him to my family, who is bound and determined to get me back. I protest my innocence, then one of the other wives attacks me, thinking to get rid of a rival. We fight.
Zero dark thirty, or sometime between 1 and 5 am. I wake up to a strange sound and dry mouth. Getting up to investigate reveals Mel has finally managed to open the door. She's growling at Stubby, who's hissing back. I pick up Mel, toss her out the door and close it more securely. Loudmouth is still under the bed. I make sure the humidifier is on and running and go back to bed. Sleep sits back and laughs at me as I toss and turn for what felt like about two hours. I can't breathe, which ticks me off, and then Stubby comes up and asks for more loving. No, cat. I'm trying to sleep. Go away. She does, I toss and turn some more and finally drop off.
The Dracula dream picks up again, only to be interrupted by NPR statically declaring it's 6 am.
*sighs, rubs eyes* Blessed caffine, come to my aid.
