been having weird dreams lately where there's some kind of mildly annoying conflict. This one was I had just had a baby and it was a boy and the doctors kept pressuring me to name it. And I couldn't come up with a name that I liked enough. Or all the names I liked either were already taken by people I knew or didn't work with the last name....it was awful, I just couldn't come up with one and I felt so terrible because the poor kid was gonna grow up not knowing what his name was. This bothered me so much that I woke up and actually started writing down names that would work. Just a few valid options for boys names...then I stopped myself because I realized that I was not only not pregnant but also not actually insane.
There was another one I had where I was in this movie theater when all of a sudden this slightly shitty all boy a capella group runs in and starts singing for us. Like putting on an impromptu performance and everyone was just kindof shocked and obviously disturbed but no one wanted to be the asshole who told them to shut up because they were interrupting the movie. So they finally leave but at this point I've lost enough of the plot of the movie so I don't want to watch it anymore so I go out to the snack bar to get some ice cream. And one of the little shits is out there and he comes over to me and asks me how I liked the performance. So I said "Honestly sweetie, I might have liked it better if you hadn't done it in the middle of a movie theatre where I was trying to watch a movie." AND THEN his MOTHER pushes him out of the way and gets in my face and goes "How dare you speak to my son that way. They worked very very hard on that song. Why do you hate music so much? Where is your soul?" Not wishing to start a fight I simply say "Ma'am that's really none of your business and I would appreciate it if you'd leave me alone. Also I don't hate music, I just don't like it as much when I'm trying to concentrate on something else." so I leave and go back to the movie theatre and sit back down next to my mother, and I very quietly start explaining what just happened when a girl I used to work with looks over and tells me to shut up! So I go over to her and quietly explain what happened and she interrupts me and says "Ok, fine. But shut up!" What, so a fucking a capella shit brigade can come in here and give us a full rendition of some back street boy/ madonna mash up and no one will says hit, but I can't whisper without someone telling me to shut up? Fuck Off! Oh I woke up so mad at the injustice in the world! And actually I'm still a little bit miffed about it even though I am now awake and fully appreciative of the fact that I made all of it up! What is wrong with me?
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