bus stopped

Last night I dreamed that I drove myself somewhere to take a bus, but had to park super far away and walk so far that I ended up back at my house.  The bus was coming down the street but for whatever reason, I was incapable of moving fast enough to get to the stop, so I grabbed a can of aerosol bug spray from my bag and rolled it in front of the bus so it would know I was there and it should stop for me.  When I got to school, all of the sewers and drains were overflowing to the point where floods and drowning were a very real risk, and somehow I was in charge of stopping it.  I don't know if I succeeded or not, but I do know there was a crocodile involved. 

Snippets from last night include drinking Umberto's brand vodka at their marina location, and trying to pack all of my National Geographic's in a backpack.  

To and fro

Weird one last night... can't put these segments in order, but here we go:

• I dropped my iPhone and much to my dismay, the bottom right corner just... fell off.  Two pieces of phone.  I decided to reset the software to the previous hour, convinced that it would work for the physical phone as well.  I reset the phone and then rubbed it against what I can only describe as a sprinkled loaf of bread and wa la! Success.
• I was supposed to work a half day and go in at like, 4pm.  I usually took the bus from in front of the Carvel on Hicksville Road, and since it was raining, I stopped into Duane Reade to get an umbrella.  I picked one out that had a flamingo pattern on it, waited on line (all the while nervous about missing my bus) and.... purchased something else entirely ( I can't remember what).  The cashier kept asking me a question that I couldn't hear, so I just said no.  I realized after I asked her for a gift receipt and she glared at me that that had been the question all along.  Needless to say, when I asked if I could grab an umbrella and buy it without waiting in line again, she said no.  I went next door to Payless to buy some plastic shoes (you know, that wouldn't get messed up in the rain) and was so pumped that Jellies were back in style and there were plenty to choose from.  For some reason, instead of just buying the shoes and getting on the damn bus, I kept going back and forth from Payless, to Duane Reade, to the sushi place in the middle (which is the only thing that is not actually in the shopping center). The fat white guy that owned the sushi place chased me out because I was getting everything wet. I ran into my mom and Jen outside, and convinced Jennifer to give me an umbrella and my mom to trade shoes with me.  Finally, I was ready for the bus, which I clearly missed.  I called Scott to explain that by the time I took an hour long bus ride (which is how I commuted in Hawaii) to the hour long train (which is how I commute now), I wouldn't be there until 7pm, so I was just going to go home.
• I ran into William H. Macy in my living room.  He had just returned from Costco and was lamenting the purchase of a 36 pack of 6 different full sized cereals.  After getting it home, he had remembered that he only liked whole wheat cereal.  From there, I was exiting what was supposed to be Lienne's dorm at law school, only to get involved in a paint filled water balloon (paint balloon?) fight.  Felicity Huffman was there, so I got to tell her about her husbands cereal regrets.  Also in attendance: Doug, the Umberto's delivery boy that looks like a panda, and Sam, one of the girls Steve traveled to Uganda with. I eventually exited with my now lovely painted hair, and descended down a back staircase/fire escape into the backyard/elementary school playground, where I saw a Madeline Albright as a child meeting her teacher.

Crocodilia

Had a weird mash-up dream last night in which I was driving cross-country and stopped to get gas with Jennifer, but after I got the pump all set up the car started rolling backwards down a hill.  She pulled the emergency brake but to no avail, so I had to chase the car down and throw her the keys so she should drive it back up.  By the time we got the car situated, $10 worth of gas had been completely wasted, and somehow I was now filling up a moped, which takes approximately one gallon of gas.  I tried to complain to management but they wouldn't reimburse me, so I left in a huff and waited for my parents outside, where I found some girl (who I think I knew in the dream) trying to melt her engagement ring into an ice sculpture because she didn't want it anymore.  Some things happened that I can't really remember, then I was on a beach watching Melissa looking for one of her missing kindergartners (apparently she was a teacher and one of her students had gone missing). The lifeguard found the kid alive and well and brought it back to shore, and the water was bizarrely deep right at the break.  Shortly after that, a giant crocodile emerged so we started evacuating people from the beach into this big house.  I had to try to explain to some old lady that didn't speak English what a croc was, and I kept telling her it was like a dinosaur, but not extinct.  Anyway, the dinosaur attacked after we thought everyone was inside, but Gerzon got left behind.  Flash forward and I'm in the car with Rich and someone else driving somewhere, and he accidentally drove up a roller coaster track, thinking it was the road.  We safely backed up out of danger, and found ourselves in an art class painting tote bags with "truncated" pictures.  The girl next to me kept talking about her friend Gerzon and I was convinced that somehow he had time traveled from croc attack into this girls life.

bon voyage

Dreamt last night that it was my last day in Hawaii and Rich and I were supposed to go to the beach with Max and Christina. Keli'i swung by to try to explain some secret beach where the water was two different temperatures, but mid-explanation I realized I was naked from the waist down and went inside. I started packing all the frames that were hanging but couldn't find anywhere to put the push pins I was pulling down. We never made it to the beach, but soon I was in a car with Jess and the girls and we went to see a seamstress with a tent outside an apartment complex. For some reason, Jessica was really made at her because something was missing or wrong, but I had given her my wallet to make it close tighter, and was pleased with her work. Flash to me sitting at a diner with Ward and Meg and one of their parents and congratulating Meg on her kickass Halloween costume. THEN I was at my going-away party, hosted by Umberto's, even though I was leaving Hawaii and going to work for them. A four course meal was served with dancing in between meals, and Loeven and I did an awesome swing dance. I also played a round of red light, green light, 1 2 3 with Nally's little cousins, before returning to my table to try to remove the pork core from my steak. After dinner I went to use the bathroom and then got hopelessly lost, and the building got increasingly spooky. I was climbing up these creepy, hanging metal staircases when I saw Eduardo and started yelling for him to wait, but he couldn't hear me. When I tried to chase after him, I realized my feet were floating and I couldn't get them to hit the ground, which really slowed me down. I ran into a family who pointed out that my steps were really weird. I stopped being so terrified of the creepy building I was in, because if this family was here it was probably fine, but I never did make it back to the party.

when the moon hits your eye

Sunday night I dreamt that Umberto's was being featured on TV, so the restaurant had a viewing party to celebrate. There were buckets of meatballs, chicken cutlets, and sauce set up with baskets of italian bread, so everyone could make their own sandwiches. UHHHmazing. Sadly my alarm went off just as I finished assembling my meatball sandwich. Mom was also in this dream teaching someone the hand jive.

Last night I dreamt about driving to a water park, where I was crowned beach Queen and given a free Roxy towel. Thanks? Jennifer and Venee were there, and we were most definitely running late for something after spending a lot of time looking for a bathroom in a supermarket.

proper attire

Spent the weekend on the Big Island, sleeping like a baby, and can't really remember much of my dreams. I do know at one point, I dreamt I played "thegog" in a game of Scrabble. "Thegog" is most definitely not a word.

Two nights ago I dreamt I was at keg party, and Tommy was there, but he was like 8 ft tall... just towering over everyone.

Last night, I dreamt it was my first day back at Umberto's, so I raided Jen's closet for a shirt. I was debating whether to wear my black Diesel sneakers or my black Puma's, when Jennifer came in and informed me that the dress code had changed, because Gio wanted the place to seem more upscale. New attire was collared white shirt, under a black tee, under an Umberto's shirt. I was enraged; how could I be expected to wear THREE SHIRTS while standing in front of a 500 degree oven all night?!