Spooky

Yesterday, when I got home from work I took a nap because I wasn’t feeling well.  This was a fairly long nap too.  During said nap, I had a really strange dream.  It actually woke me up with a start because it was just so weird.

When I was a kid, my family had a mobile home in Indiana that we would visit for a week at a time or every weekend or so during the summer.  My aunt and uncle and cousins always went camping at a campground nearby and our grandmother had (and still has) a mobile home in the same park.  She still goes there for a month at a time over the summer.  Basically, it was like a summer home.  We sold it around the time we sold the trailer we were living in so we can buy the house we live in now. 
It was a really small trailer with a screen house surrounding it. The trailer itself was only big enough for us to sleep in really.  It had a little stove and bathroom too.  But we spent most of the time in the screen house, where we had the dining table set up.  In that area, there was a storage room.  We put mostly crap there, but we would also put our dog Mandy in there when the family came over to visit because she was kind of aggressive at times.  Now, Mandy was put to sleep when I was in high school.  So she’s been gone for several years now. 

In my dream, my parents, my sister and I went back to trailer in Indiana. I suppose the person who bought it sold it back to us or something like that.  And other family members came to visit too. We were all hanging out in the screen house.  I was sitting at the table when I heard a whining noise coming from the storage room. Sounded a lot like a dog, but we didn’t bring Bonnie with us.  So I opened the door, and Mandy came running out. She ran right past everyone in the room and then vanished suddenly.  When I exclaimed, no one else believed me. No one saw her but me. 

Like I said, strange. 

Come to think of it, it might have been around this time that we lost her.  I actually don’t really remember. I believe it was March or April. 

I miss her still, at times.  It’s silly yes, but she was a part of my life when I was just three years old.  Letting her go was very hard on the family. 
It makes sense I would still dream about her. 
I just wonder why my dream made it seem like I was crazy. I mean, it was a dream after all.  Why didn’t everyone else see her run from that room and then vanish?  Why was it just me?

♥Jessi Michelle

.:I Won’t Let This Build Up Inside of Me:.

 My latest self-portrait:

Tears to Roses

TearsToRoses

The title is inspired by Skillet’s song “Whispers in the Dark”.  I’ve been wanting to work on designs lately. It’s been awhile since I actually created anything. 

This is not the one I dreamt about as I mentioned in my pulse update…  it’s actually a result of me being excited about a good-hair day. 

The one I dreamt about is really cool.  And I do want to re-create it.  Especially since I don’t remember dreams often and I actually took the time to remember this one for that reason.  I can now remember what it was and what the title was.  And I’m up for the challenge.

Anyway, I wanted to share this one with you in the meantime.

♥Jessi Michelle

.:We’re All Gonna Get in a Fight:.

Today was one of those strange days at work. 

It sucked as usual.  But it had it’s moments. 

Okay. So do you wanna know how to irritate me?  Here’s what you do when you come visit me at work.

1. Order apple pies when we’re out.  I will tell you how long it will take to make them.  You should come back every 2 minutes asking if they’re ready yet, regardless of the fact that it takes 12 minutes to bake them. 

2. Complain that the coffee is cold, even though I just made it and it’s still steaming.

3. Pay for your order with a used gift card. Then realize that you didn’t bring enough to pay for the rest of your order and ask to change said order thus making us have to several round-a-bout ways to do this since it is impossible to modify, refund, cancel any order in the middle of a transaction.

4. Call me “coffee specialist” instead of my name which is clearly printed on my tag.  I love that – it never gets old. Ever.

5. Instead of putting your money in my out-stretched hand, throw it on the counter. 

6. Rather than returning my friendly “hello” start spitting out your order without waiting for me to ask “may I help you?”  While you’re at it, begin your statement with “I want” or “Give me” and don’t say “please”.  This really gets me going!

7. Demand fresh food.  Because apparently we leave our food sitting out. Instead of having a rotation to ensure that you’re never getting old food.  Wow. Wish we thought of something like that.

8. Unless you order a small coffee or a small soft drink, the fact that you are a senior means nothing to me. So please, ask for discounts.

9. You want to hear what kind of sauces we have? What kind of dressing? What kind of soft drinks?  Let me read them off to you. While I do this, as soon as you hear the one you want, interrupt me! 

10. When you’re waiting for your food, ask me for the cup for your drink. Since the runner isn’t going to bring it to you with the food. 

11. If there’s something wrong with your order or you have a question, please interrupt me while I am with another customer.  Not only does this please me, this pleases the customer I am serving. 

12. I understand that your cell phone call is much more important than ordering and keeping things moving.  Please continue while you are standing at my register.

13. After you finish ordering, do not take a step to the side. Stand there in everybody’s way. I don’t have other customers to serve at all. 

14. Yes, “grape jelly” is the appropriate response to “hello, how are you today?” I’m so glad you knew that!

15. Yell at me if we’re not serving lunch yet/have stopped serving breakfast.  Because I deserve it.

Why, oh why, are people such jerks? 

Anyway. We had our fun too. After a long day of being on register I spent the last hour of my shift on fries.  Holly (Pookie Ookie) was the drive-thru runner.  And we had our fun making up silly code names for the fries.  I started it by pouting and declaring that she “took the baby away from it’s parents” when she took one of the small fries I made. 

So.

Small fry = baby
Medium fry = parent
Large fry = grandparent

and

No salt = naked
Well done = sunburnt

In other words, if I needed to make a small fry with no salt, Pookie would say “Jess-jess, I need a Naked Baby!”  Our favorite variation was the large well done with no salt… the “Naked, Sunburnt, Grandparent”  haha.  I don’t think Pookie was able to stop laughing for a little while…

So for something other than work… I had a really strange dream the other night. I actually managed to remember every detail. As I mentioned before, this doesn’t happen often. I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget and even looked up certain details online to see if I could figure out what it meant.  Basically, I figured out what I pretty much already knew… but it gave me a little more confidence. 

Well, I think that’s it. 

Peace.

♥Jessi

.:But Who Can Decide What they Dream? And Dream I Do:.

 

I think one of the most frustrating things about myself is that I can no longer remember my dreams.  That’s right.  Any dream I have, I have no memory of when I wake up.  I remember having a dream. I remember whether or not it was pleasant.  Usually I remember if somebody I know was in it. 

And that’s kind of like a tease. Because knowing I’ve had a dream about someone, I’ll try so hard to remember what it was. And it’ll distract me all day long. 

I used to be able to remember almost every detail.  I used to analyze them and figure out if they were signifcant to me.  I’d be able to figure out if something was going to happen or I’d be able to recognize feelings I didn’t realize I had. 

Then all of a sudden… they’re gone.  Yes, waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare is rather inconvienant.  But, I miss my dreams…

♥Jessi