THE DAILY DIVERSION

LET'S MAKE IT 3...

Yes! I have successfully made it to work early or on time for 3 consecutive days! I know that's not a big deal for most people, but it had been probably 3 months since I was early or on time for work prior to that, so I've very happy the way things are shaking out. I've been making a conscious effort to get up earlier this week, and I've been eating breakfast at home and enjoying a glass of juice too. I'm going to try to make it a clean sweep by being here on time tomorrow too. Tomorrow is the last of work for me this week, and it will be a short day, at that! I discussed why yesterday.

I think I'm just trying to train myself a little bit so that when Adrianne is down here I'll be able to get up with her and have some breakfast before we both have to go to work. It doesn't hurt that the earlier I get up the earlier I get sleepy at night, so I can get a little more sleep (or so my silly brain tells me). However, this throws me off on the weekends, because my body is still telling me to get up at the normal time, when I really want to stay in bed and snooze.

I had a crazy dream last night. Some would call it a nightmare, but, by the ending, you'll see that it really wasn't. Okay, here you go...

My dream: For some reason I'm back in the first house we lived in, in Bowling Green, and I'm my current age. I've been working on the lighting in the house for some time and I'm having some problem with something. I go to a store and my friend, Dan Jenkins, is working. He tells me I need this specific battery for it all to work. It's called a power reverter. It looks like a long "D" cell battery, but has these two nickel sized batteries that go with it.

I buy it and head back home. I guess I hook it up. I don't really remember. The next thing I know is that I'm trying to sleep and my eyes are just kind of fluttering open and closed. I think I see something trying to peek into my bedroom from the bedroom door, but I can't wake up enough to investigate.

Finally I wake up and this girl is standing over me. I catch a glimpse of something sliding under my bed. It looks like the creature from "Jeepers Creepers" (if you've seen the movie you know what I'm talking about, if not, don't go rush out to see it. It's horrible. Catch it on the USA network sometime. You'll be happy that you didn't waste any money to see it. You may be pissed you wasted a couple hours of your life, but that's it. At least there's no monetary investment!).

Anyway... This girl is standing over me. She looks like a busted up "Beetlejuice". Her teeth are black. Her skin is really, really pale. She's only skin and bones. She's actually kind of scary, to be truthful. She starts talking, in a raspy voice, to me about taking me to "hell" and the "return of the dead".

Finally, she pisses me off enough and I reach up and grab her around the neck (like Kane or the Undertaker do in WWE). First I sit up in bed, my hand never losing it's clinch on her neck. I put my feet on the floor and stand up slowly. I can see the terror in her eyes now. I think she thinks I'm going to kill her. I actually lift her off the ground and start walking toward the door to my room. I look back to where my bed is, giving a look to the creature under the bed, as if saying "Do you really want some? Then come on!" All I can see is it's eyes and they disappear quickly when I look back toward it.

Lifting her firmly in the air with one arm, I carry this collection of bones down the 14 stairs to the front door. I open the front door with my free hand, then open the glass screen door. It's absolutely pouring down rain outside, and it's maybe 40 degrees.

The terror is starting to overtake her as she starts shrieking and begging me "Please!! Please!!"

It means nothing to me. I throw her halfway out in the yard. She scrambles quickly to her feet and rushes to the screen door, begging me to let her back in. She banging on the doorbell, but it barely makes any noise. She's shivering and freezing out in the cold rain.

Suddenly her body starts to change. No longer is she the fragile skin and bones that she was upstairs. He dark hair grows out significantly, her breasts become engorged (almost to the point where they fall out of her little shirt she had on), and she looks like a normal person. Then she runs around the side of the house where I can't see her.

I start to worry that all the commotion may have woken up others in the house, so I turn back toward the living room. My boss and someone else are talking in the living room and pay me no mind. I ask them "Would you guys mind calling the cops?" Then I wake up.

Pretty cool stuff, huh? I used to have dreams all the time that I was half awake and would see things. I also used to have a ton of dreams that something was under my bed, but who didn't right? I was always more afraid that something was in my closet, because I'd always hear noises in there. Come to find out we had a field mouse that lived in my toy box in the closet.

What it means? Well, it could mean a lot of things. I think one part of it is facing my fears. Yes, I have fears. No, not of creatures under my bed, anymore. However, I think that is a symbol of "the unknown" though. One of my biggest fears has always been commitment. I mean commitment to anything too, not just relationships.

Yes, marriage is a big commitment, but I'm ready to take it on. I love the person that I'm committing too, so that makes it so much easier. I think that me taking the scary girl by the throat is a sign of me going right after it. That, or I have an autoerotic fetish? Who knows? You wanna choke me a little bit? We can find out?

Whoa! Way off base there! Okay, I face my fears, by grabbing it by the throat and going after it. I think the part where I throw her outside and she becomes something completely different and beautiful is a sign that I can take my fears and transform them into something that works for me.

There you have it! Another successful exploration into my head! Everyone get out okay?

So, the next time you have a so called "nightmare", get up, write down the main things you remember, then try to come back to it and break it down. It could turn out to be the complete opposite of what scared you. My dream never really scared me, which was the weird thing. You'd think that that all that happening would frighten you, especially if you woke up to it.

Oh well! Now I just want to go watch Jeepers Creepers again, so I can laugh at how stupid it is!

Oh, and I found a decent picture of the "Creeper", except he was a little bitch in my dream!