Movie Fest

I have plans to cope with my first Monday of being unemployed by watching movies and drinking wine.  I need movie suggestions though...

Lost

Movie Buddy loves the TV show Lost.  It's alright I guess.  I'm rooting for the dog.

Anyway, one of the characters seems very aimless in the beginning.  He then gets it together.  When asked he's like I have PURPOSE now.  I had no PURPOSE before, but I have it now.

I'm intrigued by this.  I think about my own life.  I think that is why I've been so sad lately.

I have no purpose.  My life has no meaning.

And I haven't the foggiest idea on how to get it.

Needs

a vacation.

Not a stay-cation either.

I need a beach.  I need to lie on a beach doing absolutely nothing and freaking out cause I'm not doing anything.

My Next Position

So, I'm facing unemployment in the next month.
Everyone asks me what I'm going to do.  Where I'm going to get a job.  What my plans are.
I know they are trying to be nice but it is driving me nuts.
So now when they ask, I tell them the truth:  the unemployment office :p

Scenes from the Dentist

Hygenist:  Have you been flossing?
Me:  Do you really want me to answer that?
Hygenist:  Yes.
Me:  Thinks you already know the answer.

Me:  My teeth look like feet.
Dentist:  Everyone says that.  I see teeth.
Me:  You are a dentist.

Dentist:  (He's picked up my iPad...) Taize?  You listen to that??!!
Me:  Yeah well it was supposed to help calm me down while writing my dissertation.
Dentist:  Did it?
Me:  Not really.
Dentist:  What worked?
Me:  Rum.

Hygenist; (Very excited) Don't you just love coming here?
Me:  (deadpan) Not really.

Dentist:  (laughing at his own joke)  I'm so funny!
Me:  How much laughing gas have you had?  You need to cut back dude.

Summer

is not going how I had hoped.

I was supposed to be planning a trip to the beach, not the unemployment office.

I was supposed to chillax not scramble to get in every single doctor visit before my health insurance ends.

I'm supposed to be exercising and losing weight.  I'm too stressed to eat.

I'm supposed to be going out on adventures.  Except it's too hot and now money is starting to be a concern.

This isn't how I hoped summer would go.

Nightmare

is back.

I am riding in an open top Land Rover through the African savannah.  The wind is blowing.  There is a guitar and a huge rifle in the back seat.  It smells clean and fresh.  I am laughing.

The wind changes.  The smell changes to something faintly sickly sweet.  There is a tree in the distance.  It looks wrong.

We get closer.  I see black cloth on the tree.

Lord Have Mercy

We get close enough to see the tree.  There are things hanging from the branches.  As we get closer, I scream.  There are 12 priests hanging from the branches.  Swaying in the breeze.  From the looks of the cassocks, they are Jesuits.  Sometimes in the dream they are beaten; other times they have the faces of angels, dead angels.

My guide drives the Jeep under the tree and we cut them down.  There is no where to go with them.  We decide to bury them.  I have Holy Water.  I sprinkle it on the soon to be graves.

My guide begins to dig.  He digs with an efficiency that he has done this thousands upon thousands of times.

Christ Have Mercy

I wash the priests and prepare them for burial as best I can.  There are sheets in the jeep.  I wrap them in the sheets.

As we work, we sing and chant Lamentations and the Office of the Dead.  I do not know what these are in real life, but in the dream, I know them all.  We chant the Litany of the Saints except all the saints are marytrs.

It is hot.  There is a sense of urgency.

We bury them.  I am sad they are not getting proper funerals but yet I am detatched.

Lord Have Mercy

I mistakenly told someone this dream.  She indicated that this was indicative of my anger with the Catholic Church and that I had 12 months to make a change.

But I am not convinced.  There was nothing in that field, that savannah to indicate that it was actually in Africa.  It could easily be the Kansas or Illinois prairies.

I wonder if I'm dreaming of things to come.

I am chilled to the bone thinking of it.