GET A JOB!

So last nite, I dream that I'm basically just hanging out with Steve Carrel and various other members of the cast of THE OFFICE.  (I know, I know, I'm DEFINITELY watching too many of those episodes at a clip on streaming NETFLIX while at work.  It's practically become my background music.) 

Anyhow, at the end of my dream, me and my new pal Stevie C. are romping side by side down a giant mountain of big, soft, fluffy reclining chairs.  We're pouncing  from chair to chair until we get to the bottom, which is when I wake up.   Curiously joy-lessly, and I say curiously because while we're doing this, I'm thinking: "This should really be alot more fun than it is."   
My waking thought:  "Well, thank god THAT'S over with." 

Now, I'm no rocket scientist but I AM a professional dream interpreter.  Well, actually I'm not a professional dream interpreter, either.  I'm just a gal tryin' ta hold it together.  Keepin' it real.  I'm just a wacky ole' babe with her own point o' view, be it right (write) or wrong. 

BUT....if I WERE to attempt interpreting this particular dream, I'd have to say that I'm not feeling especially thrilled or challenged about my job.  Hey, WOW - I'M GOOD!!!

We all need jobs, tho', don't we?  Unless we're Paris Hilton or some other species of non-job-needing individuals who to me are like martians.  Who the hell are these non-job-needing individuals, anyhow??? Keep them away from me because I have no point of reference and I don't know how to relate to them.
I guess the challenge in life is to find a means of making a living that brings you joy and fulfillment.  Good luck with all that, I say.  I never stop trying, but it's not an easy thing.

In any case, I do enjoy my life immensely.  Even the job part.  You have to find the humor or forget it, just go kill yourself.  I think unless you work on one of those slave galley ships when the dude is whipping you and screaming ROW FASTER, YE BASTARDS or perhaps you find yourself lurching in chains around that giant wheel contraption,  like the poor dude in MIDNIGHT EXPRESS, you honestly don't have all that much to complain about. 

So getting back to my nightlife, after I went back into another doze, I had another dream.  It centered around my teeth.  I'm sure this is because I am fostering a toothache right now which I will have to take care of tomorrow but I don't want to think about that, ok? Argh.  And THIS dream was a verbatim replay of an actual event that actually happened to me.

For many years I was a working musician in various bands.  One evening I was on my way to the rehearsal studio, driving along happy as a clam.  Alone.  It was a chilly winter evening, and I was wearing this colorful fleece jacket that had some sort of rope-belt fashion statement going on.  Well, I'm halfway to the studio and I'm making a right turn near Juniper Valley Park and suddenly the steering wheel won't turn and I almost crash into a tree.

I'm in shock after hitting the breaks just in the nick of time.  I look down at the steering wheel and it takes me a second or two to process that the fucking rope-belt from my jacket has become completely wrapped around the base of the steering wheel, tangled so tightly and insanely you would not believe it unless you saw this mess.  And then it also hits me that the jacket feels REALLY TIGHT around my waist now, because of this whole tangled situation. I have become one with my steering column.  I'm like Ray Miland and the steering column is Rosie Greer. 

I ended up having to CHEW my way free.  It's difficult to describe, but it seemed to take forever and my teeth were filled with little pieces of rope-belt and my jaws were fucking killing me afterward.  Also, my neck was killing me too because I had to bend it really unnaturally in order to get at the rope-belt.  So I re-lived that whole thing in my dream last nite.  And you know what?  I enjoyed THAT dream better than the first one!  Now, I'm no rocket scientist.....