Not the Best Kind of Dreamy

The new promotion is great in title. In reality it means a lot of work that will consume me. Personalities, crises, negotiating - all skills I possess, even excel at on occasion. If my sleep continues to be affected by simple work issues like last night, I might step down.

I went to sleep with Twig at about 8:30 last night and as usual, I was asleep before him. I went to my bedroom and quickly fell asleep there. But a while later I was tossing and turning, half awake, half asleep for quite some time because of two work issues - the FMLA issue I briefly mentioned yesterday where they will doc my pay for being gone a total of 2.5 hours per week despite the fact that I explained that my Exempt Status is threatened if they do so (which means they'd have to pay me overtime if I work more than 40 hrs/week), and something else, perhaps, that I cant remember.

These kinds of unsolvable dreams have plagued me in my past - because once when I was young and in college taking Algebra (and struggling), I had a dream about a problem I couldn't solve while I was awake. But I did it in the dream and remembered the next day! Unfortunately, however, not all problems have a formula that if followed can lead you to win...

Twig came into my room at some point. I cuddled up with him and slept much better for the remainder of the night. So much so that my dreams were intense and long. From the end to the start: The house where I was hanging out was raided by police - drugs or something. An old boyfriend came for a quickie visit. We didn't have sex but we might as well have. I confided in him that Wood had decided to divorce me (another dream wherein Wood and I were casually talking, I said the word divorce -talking about someone else, perhaps- and he said "Divorce? That reminds me, I want a divorce"), I looked around the floor that was covered in pebbles and found a bunch of little gem covered earrings. At the birthday party, I decided that I was going to start up a business of group homes and travel training programs for people with disabilities, and asked a friend if she knew of any good administrators. I settled into my friend's oh-so-cute 1 room apartment that was put together so nicely that it seemed much larger. But looking for a cake knife in the Ikea cabinet prompted a conversation about how Ikea furniture is kind of good looking but you have to be so careful when it's full - save it fall apart or on top of you. My friend was embarrassed for me to see her place - it was adorable sitting among all of the other houses. Nothing much but well done. More than enough!

Sorry for the stream of consciousness post here. I had to get it all on paper before getting ready for work. Some of it's about things that are really happening in my life, some are not. I find the visiting boyfriends very interesting - the two that had the most impact have come by a bunch lately. I even find myself thinking about "First Love" quite a bit these days.

Anyway, ONWARD!

Thanks for reading!