Classic Dream Theme

I had one of those all-time classic dreams last night. Arriving at work and finding to my great surprise that I'm wearing no pants! Had boxers, though, so it could have been worse. Nobody had seen me, so I began a frantic search through the bathrooms and storerooms looking for pants! Alas, I awoke before succeeding in the quest for trousers.

Of course work wasn't anywhere I've ever seen before, somewhere urban, and I walked to work, having detailed interactions with people along the way. (I was sure I had pants on the way there....) The office building was infested with hundreds of ants, crawling out of cracks in the floor. And I was wearing a watch, which I never do.

As often happens when balancing waking with dreaming, I'd just squinted at my iPhone, noticed that I was late getting up, and promptly fell back asleep with the phone in my hand. Then the dream began, and I looked at that watch, and began to panic because it was the same time as I'd seen on the iPhone, and in the dream I was running late.... Then I noticed the pants. Or lack of them.

Funny thing about the bathroom in the dream. I often dream of bathrooms, usually in comically horrid states of disrepair and sanitary condition. Must be a phobia of mine.

I have a lot of anxiety dreams. Dreams where I really need to get something done, but I'm blocked at every attempt. Often involving school - usually college. Exams, homework gone missing. Anyone whose ever been to college knows about these. You'll have them your entire life, I hear. And based on my experience, I believe it. The detail in these dreams never fails to amaze me. Long, detailed math formulas from my long-forgotten calculus. Reports that probably make no sense in the waking world but are vivid, logical and robust in the dream.

My best dreams are about houses I've lived in. Almost always the house I spent my formulative years in, growing up in Englewood, CO. I call these my regression dreams. In times of stress I often retreat back to times when all was well in the world (it wasn't - it was the 70s!), or at least when Mom and Dad took care of the complications and problems of the real world. I sometimes have these dreams a couple or three days in a row.

I've never had falling dreams. Dreamt about my death a couple times, and surprisingly, woke up not dead! :-)

Facebook killed my blog?

Sure hasn't been much around here lately, other than links to Twitter Tweets and Facebook updates. I try to save this for longer ramblings, using FB for stuff only friends and family could care about (of course they're the only ones who ever look at this dry, comment free wasteland!). Twitter gets the short irreverent witticisms and updates on my bodily functions.... strike that.... whereabouts. Yeah, that's what I meant.

How not to paint a bathroom

1) Ignore wife's choice of yellow shade, and get something called Buttercup which is several shades darker, to use for both kitchen and bath, because you're being so cheap you forgot the landord's paying for the paint anyway.

2) Realize Buttercup = Mustard

3) Keep painting anyway, hoping it'll grow on you.

4) Get the right color yellow, use it in kitchen, and get the Main Harbor blue that wife wanted for the bathroom in the first place.

5) Repaint.

See? Painting is simple!

Forgot the moral of the story: Never question wife's choice of colors. Just say, "that color would be perfect." and buy the chosen paint.

Goodbye Blues

So, we're doing the cleaning and painting on the rental, with no power, thanks to the electric company screwing up and disconnecting the meter instead of reverting the billing back to the landlord when the previous tenant moved out.

We said we'd to the painting, because we always wanted to have walls that weren't "rental white." There were some nice colors already done, and some that aren't so nice. We're going to be reimbursed for the supplies. We hit Big Lots, KMart and Walmart for cheap paint stuff. I already have so much painting supplies from the WR house refurb that I could start a second career - but that stuff is currently making its way out here in a shipping container on the back of a truck.

We said we'd clean, too, since we're eager to get in and I need a place to work from. Otherwise, we have to wait for the cleaners to come out after the power gets turned back on. The landlord changed the lease to start from 7/15 instead of 7/1. Nice.

So, it turns out there were three blue rooms upstairs - one bedroom is nicely done, and we're keeping it. The blue goes nice with the hardwood floors. The adjacent room is the same blue, very poorly applied, and it clashes horribly with the dark green carpet (which kind of clashes with itself!).

The paint in the bath was nice, except for a couple of strange purple splotches. There was some leftover paint from the bedroom, which at first looked the same shade as the bathroom. We thought we'd just touch up the splotches, but it turns out, when the two are combined, the nice purple shade is produced!

Today I got a coat of primer over the blue that we're redoing, since we're going with a lighter color. I hope to get the rest done tomorrow.

Goodbye blue in bedroom:













Goodbye blue in bathroom: