Woke up for the first time in a long time this morning, refreshed and on my own, without the use of my cell phone/alarm. Felt great, which I was surprised because I was up multiple times throughout the night because of the weird dreams that I was having. I have a fortune-telling book of dreams that I keep bedside and here are the two “fortunes” from the two dreams I had:
- Of course, I was out collecting bottles (and I remember the stress of water bottles because they now have a deposit): Bottle: You will find great success in romance and business if you dream of bottles that are filled with transparent liquid.
- Joe and I were being chased down and attacked by two men that looked like Michael from the Halloween films: Assault: If you dream of being assaulted, you will receive some useful information. Hide: Hiding an object in your dream symbolizes a secret you are keeping. Don’t be afraid to talk to friends. Finger: To dream of harming your finger foretells a period of unhappiness.
The one that I was being chased down in seemed to last for hours. I woke up at least twice and thought to myself, there must be a meaning to this, but don’t remember having the feeling of “finishing” the dream. I was in Joe’s pickup truck with one of the Michael’s as they were trying to break off my fingers. I don’t know how to interpret all of the fortunes just yet, but that period of unhappiness sounds like this week, when five o’clock hours start back up. Boo.
Speaking of unhappiness, Joe was one unhappy camper today. And it was all my fault but I love him for every moment. But let’s back up an hour or two… Marla and I cancelled this morning because of the rain. I really didn’t mind because that would save me the long trip back to Saratoga, but I miss her and hope we can meet up next weekend. Instead I headed to Amsterdam to hang out with Joe for the morning/early afternoon before he had to go to work. I was already feeling guilty for not running and had decided that I would walk and collect bottles. Or that we would walk and collect bottles together. He was not thrilled about the idea.
When we first set off, it was only drizzling. Two and a half miles away from his house, it was pouring. And I had to go to the bathroom. And the bag of bottles was becoming heavier with every step. But after a quick potty break (in the forest) and a switch of carrier, we were off at a faster rate. By mile four, we were soaked. And the side of the road that we were on had just been mowed so all the previous bottles were now shredded to pieces. Joe’s mom came to get us. I don’t mind being wet. At all. It’s just water and I know there is a hot shower at home with clean clothes. Joe on the other hand, HATES being wet. He was miserable. So after getting washed up, we snuggled in and watched a movie on this gloomy Sunday afternoon.
We didn’t return the bottles just yet, but were are guessing at least another five dollars worth. Joe’s mom gave us six dollars of her last bottle return, bringing the Total Can Count to 408. Here’s a picture of Lindsey and I from last year when I was visiting, I can’t wait to bring Joe down there and show him around!
Joe planted the idea of driving down there again instead of flying, which I would love to do but I don’t know if it would work out with his schedule. I wouldn’t want to rush and be done in a week. I have two full weeks off and could then use my vacation time and still not miss any of my Spring classes. If anything, I could leave a week earlier and meet him down there. Anyone care to join me? I love being on the road but who am I kidding, another mini roadtrip?!
Really, it would be perfect. I didn’t get to spend that much time down South because of my eye. I would love to go back to New Orleans and I’ve never been to Alabama or Kentucky. I would love to see those Southern states. Anyone know of friends or family that I could crash with to save some money? It would great to have someone to ride along with, so seriously, get ahold of me if you’re in. I’ll start collecting bottles for you as well.