Yet another dream

Alright, let's see if I can remember all of my dream now. I just told it to my mom, so I should do alright. It's not as surreal as usual, but it was rather long. I was having some sort of party in a cabin in the middle of a park. The band boosters were there selling drinks and strange flavours of gum, but when I wanted to buy some there was no one aound, so I just left the money. I went outside, and there was a big line of people waiting to get into the movie theatre next to the cabin... or at least I think the cabin was still there.. it might not have been. We were talking to this man that looked a lot like the photographer that takes all our school pictures, and he proudly showed us his equiptment for bootlegging the movie (I'm pretty sure it was Bruce Almighty). He had this huge camera hooked up to a giant microphone, and I wondered how on earth he'd ever get that in without being caught, especially if the camera that shows the audience showed him. I decided that I'd go tell the managers, since I knew who was working there that night. I walked in and talked to one of the managers, and told her about the guy with the bootleg equiptment, and then walked into the show to look for one of my friends. I saw when the camera panned across the bootleg guy, but no one else seemed to notice. The whole place was set up like a giant stadium, and the inside was really dirty. I found my friend, and he was wearing a bright yellow shirt that probably said something pseudo-witty on it. I don't remember watching the movie, but a bit later the credits were over and everyone was waiting for the second ending, the surprise chainsaw ending. When it started, it was just this guy with a chainsaw chopping up a lot of wood, but the ending didn't seem to bother anyone else and they all got up and left. I went out into the lobby and decided to look up the weather. I put in my address or something, and this satellite picture of a bridge popped up. I wondered what it was, then I realized that it was the street behind where I live, where it goes over the lake (something it never does). In the picture, this strange helicopter appeared, and it had a strange red target painted on it. I decided to zoom out, and for some reason the map showed Russia as being close-by. I turned the map a bit, and they all had similar red targets on them. I zoomed in towards Chicago, and all of a sudden I was hanging from the helicopter and flying toward Navy Pier. As I dropped into the water, I realized that I was really supposed to be in Battery Park. I was floating next to this giant trash barge, but it was farther out than I could swim to, so I shot these flares up hoping that the helicopter would come back. I'm not sure if it did, but I ended up in Battery Park, swimming towards this pier. My sister was under it, and I explained to her that she should get up on top so that she wouldn't get washed away when the big waves came. The water started getting really rough, and it was cold, so we climbed up onto the top, where there was this frantic lady that thought her baby (which was made up of multi-coloured lettuce and plastic pieces) had hypothermia, so my sister and I had to try to keep it warm and we didn't get to dive in the water.

So, yeah... that's weird, non? I really wish these made sense once in awhile. I know the weird flavoured gum part came from the strange flavoured lip gloss that I saw at K-mart last night. But that's as far as I can get. I think the weatherman from one of the local channels might have been the one that gave me the picture of the bridge with the helicopter, but I'm not sure.

Hooray for my last day of work this week. I hope I'm not the only one there again, because that means that I don't have a chance to go home early, and I don't get a break. Stupid work! I have to work this Wednesday night, too. But the girl that needed me to trade is taking my Friday, so I just don't get my days off all in a row anymore. I've gone from four days off, to three, and now one, the wednesday, and then two. Hooray for 8 more days until I quit!

Sigh...

Wow, my family sure does know how to make someone's fairly decent day really sucky really quick. Like, within five minutes of you getting in the doors after work. It was an insanely slow day today, since it was the first day of school for lots of places around here. All totalled, we had 91 people come in between noon and six. And less than half of them came over to see me (though there were a few bizarre people that would come in a wave like they knew me, or yell things like "Hey! We just had lunch!"). Quite luckily, the only usher that talks to me was working today, so the day went relatively quickly. Or, really I should say that he helped pass the horrible time between 3:20 and 6. Our last set of the shift is from 3:20 to 5:50, with ten shows. Five of them are within the first hal-hour, then everything else is twenty minutes or more apart. It's horrible, espeically on a slow day like today, because there's simply nothing to do. We ended up talking about random things like quarters, dorm rooms, and weird Johnny Depp movies we've had to see (he recommends the Ninth Gate or something of the sort). I noticed that I need a question about how you order in my quiz... I think I'll add that later when I get the chance. Hehehe. The guy that takes all the money from the video games came in today. He looked really weird, he had longer hair than me (which is no small feat) and wore a strange work shirt and Converses. I didn't notice him much until he was walking around with his giant bag of change. It reminded me of the sock full of quarters thing from Mallrats, and it made me laugh. A lot. Luckily no one else was around to notice me snickering into my hand. At least I hope the game machine guy didn't notice. He did look at me strangely most of the time that I was there. I also saw another person that I went to elementary school with. It was really freaking strange. She recognized me by my name on my nametag, but remembered a ton about me. She asked if I was still clogging. I felt really guilty that I hadn't recognized her, but if everyone I used to know wore nametags I'd probably recognize them too, non? She wasn't going to college, and she seemed rather depressed about it. When she asked where I was going and I said Chicago she was all happy for me and did a lot to inflate my ego. She made me really happy. It was sort of bittersweet, though. I gues she's waitressing now, but I didn't get to ask her where. I think I'll have to go find the list of people that graduated from what would have been my high school and see if I can find her from there.

So, anyway, by six o'clock I was ready to leave, but whoever was supposed to come in was really late (I wonder if she eventually showed up) so they stuck the usher in the concession. I'm not even sure he knew how to do it, but the manager was back there with him when she sent me home. I got home, go some macaroni and cheese and hot dogs and a salad. I sat down and started to eat, and my mom started harassing me about calling tech support to get the not-shutting-down problem fixed, and I kept telling her that the problem was with the software, not the computer, and she kept yelling at me. Then my dad got up and was all ticked off at everyone for yelling. So he started yelling at me, and saying that if we'd gotten the computer in Cleveland they'd send us an overnight box and have it fixed right away, and I tried to explain to him that that was the same thing that Circuit City does, so he got even madder at me. My mom went into my room and threw all my manuals on my bed and started tearing through them, and then gave me some snide comment about using Toshiba's tech support website. Which didn't work either, but sent me to Microsoft's website, which eventually got me to a description of my problem, even though it pertained to some Roxio CD burning program that I didn't have. The general fix involved using the dump files to find out what program caused the computer to crash and restart, so of course Windows wouldn't let me read the file, and also wouldn't report or even notice the error enough to write it in the system log, so I was completely lost as to what was causing the problem. It took me ten minutes to find the dump file, since the search thing on stupid XP hides files from you, so I yelled something like "Stupid dump file!" which my mom heard as "stupid dumb f***" so she accused me of saying that and she and my sister made fun of me for about fifteen minutes. I can't stand it when people make fun of me when I'm already frustrated, especially by Windows, so I started yelling at the computer more, so my dad screamed something nasty to me so I packed up and came in here to my room. I took a random guess and removed the driver for reading the CDs burned on my old computer and it fixed the problem. Whatddya know, I didn't have to send the thing away or take it back and get a new one, and the problem was my own darn fault anyway, but it was impossible to tell that it hadn't come with the computer since it was the first programme that I installed because I moved all my old files onto this from the old CDs. And if I had listened to my parents Circuit City would have a perfectly functional (and pretty) laptop, and I'd be stuck here re-formatting everything for a good five hours again, then going along and re-installing the same CD driver again to transfer my old files and running into the same freaking problem. I can't imagine all the stupid, condescending stuff tech support would have told me, either. Golly gee, I'm glad that's over. And I can shut down my computer now! And I fixed it all by myself. Hoorah!

Of course, everyone's still mad at me. And I have to drive around with my mom for a few hours tomorrow to get my hepatitis shot, so I will undoubtedly get harassed about this again. Urgh.

Heh, it looks like this programme pastes the entire enty into Word to spell-check it. Weird. Yet nice way to save space. Hooray for programming not written by Microsoft. Curse Microsoft to heck!