Such an odd freakin’ dream. And no pizza right before bed…
My lead and a entire gaggle of the gossipy hens from the yearbook company were transplanted into the florist I worked for when I first moved to KCMO… They were sitting around tables doing these kitschy little arrangements, which would never have been associated with that shop, just saying… (It was snobbish among snob, just how I used to like my florist jobs.)
I had come into to help them out. I am not sure if I was coming in from some other department or just helping them out for the day… I asked my lead what I could do to help. She turned and thought about it. She was making these tiny little bud-vase arrangements. A whole bunch, for a luncheon of something… She need bows. She started rummaging through the ribbon. One of the ladies said something along the lines of, “But don’t make them like you usually do…”
Oh, no she didn’t. WTF?
I asked her to explain. The heat rose in my face. The room fell silent. She tried to explain that no one wanted a floppy, uneven bow…
“You mean, you want a perfect round Tobler’s bow?” (Tobler’s is a shop here in town that makes the perfected form mass-produced looking bows on everything they ever make…That reference is not typically made as a compliment.)
“Well, not if you’re gonna put it that way…” she replied. “People just don’t want a flip-floppy, mis-matched bow that looks like it’s coming undone…” I was ready to hurt the bitch!
The lead then took me aside as the hens started to peck peck peck, scratch a little, scratch a little more. To her merit, she did her best to explain it without being a catty cow like the rest of the bitches. She was always good like that.
I started to rant at her, my lead from the yearbook company that was now mysteriously making bud-vase arrangements… That is when I woke up. I think I did so because I was getting so freakin’ angry. I am sure my body temperature was on the rise. In those cases, I either wake up or soak the bed sheets through. I hate soaking the sheets through…
Now, I make bitchin’ bows. I can make them in my sleep. I think I have before, too, during the Holiday rush… I make them all too. The funniest thing about this? The shop I worked for here in KCMO. They prided themselves on flopping, irregular, “roadkill” bows. The more uneven and asymmetrical, the better. Um, I passed Kenneth’s bow training in one afternoon. (Yeah, I am that gay!)
I don’t know why I have this dream at this moment, but I do know what it signifies. I hate that folks around me constantly try to protect me from the truth of things… UGH! They seem to think that helps to keep me safe from harm. How keeping me for the truth of things and preventing me from improving will ever be a benefit, I don’t not know. It has traced back through every major chunk of my life. All the way back to my parents and siblings when I was in grade school.
That can really set me off. It does not help me. It only hinders. It causes me to make my life-decisions out of ignorance, since some key information is being withheld from me…
Oddly, I don’t know what event in my life triggered the dream to happen now. I haven’t just gone through such an event. Perhaps it is warning of an upcoming event. Meh. How can I see that one before it happens. If people lie, they lie… I can’t typically see that until after the fact.
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