Torture and Parking Spaces
I had rather an interesting day yesterday. I woke up early, sweating. I had a bit of a bizarre dream, which I’m convinced was caused by the film Man on Fire. Great film, by the way. Anyway, the whole film is basically about kidnapping and torture, and I think it must’ve rubbed off on me a bit.
I dreamt that I was being hunted by soldiers. If I remember correctly they looked a bit like a Special Forces squad, as they were all wearing camo gear and balaclavas. Well, somehow I ended up captured, sort of. Don’t ask why, but the end result of me being captured was that I had to cut my own toes off, and I think part of the reason was because I was barefoot, and I needed to get some shoes on that wouldn’t fit, and because I needed shoes to escape, the only solution was to start lopping off toes, obviously.
However, this wasn’t the really weird part. The strangest thing of all was that instead of cutting horizontally, across the toe and though the bone, I decided to cut vertically, up through the foot. So I didn’t need to chop through bone, because in the dream, I only had bones in the toes themselves. I seemed to slice through my foot like cooked chicken breast, and the flesh (of my foot) seemed to have the same consistency too.
If I remember rightly, I had got about 3 toes through, when I suddenly realised that cutting off my toes wasn’t a very good idea. Then I remembered that I was in the jungle, and was miles from anywhere. I started to panic about my lack of toes, and feet for that matter, then I woke up, sweating.
In all true fairness I tend to be a hot sleeper anyway, so me sweating might not have had anything to do with the dream itself. Still, it’s been a nearly 2 days since that dream, and I still remember it pretty clearly. I’d love to have that analysed…!
Then after a fairly stressful day at work, I arrive home, and as I’m parking my motorbike up, a guy gets out of a car in the car park and approaches me. He was kinda fat at the bottom, and thinner at the top, he reminded me of a weebl. He spoke in a kinda drawl, very slow, with lots of ‘err’s and ‘ummm’s and ‘yeahhhh’s. In fact if you’ve seen Dick Lumberg in Office space you’d know exactly what I meant, as his voice was EXACTLY like Lumberg’s.
Guy: Ummm….. yeah…. We had some trouble with your bike….
Me: Oh?
Guy: Ummm…. Yeah…. We had someone staying with us, and err… yeah… they're in a wheelchair, and err… yeah… we had some trouble getting him out because your motorbike is in the way…. Can you park it somewhere else?
Me: Well not really, there isn’t anywhere else to park.
Guy: Ummm…. Yeah…. It’s not a parking space though….
Me: (mimicking his voice somewhat) Ummm…. Yeah…. Thing is, I don’t care….
Guy: (looking surprised) Umm…. Right…. Errr…. You’re not being very helpful….
Me: (still mimicking) Yeah…. Well…. I know…. Sorry….
Then I walked off.
Was I being unreasonable?
He annoyed me before he even got to the point, because of his droll dull voice. There was no way this could be classed as an argument, cos we both were very calm. In fact, the pure boringness of this guy flooded over me to the point where I might as well have been drugged up to the eyes with morphine, and I automatically took on his tones, and slow drawling manner of speaking. In all true fairness, I was probably mean unconsciously because he reminded me of Lumberg, the epitome of all that is wrong with management. I haven’t been having the best time with mine recently, so it probably brought all those feelings to the surface. In fact only yesterday I told my manager that I was "sick to the back teeth of management", and that I was "fed up with them plotting and scheming new and inventive ways of fúcking me over."
Poor guy, reminding me of management was probably the worst thing he could’ve done.
Well, I still have a load of photos and media to bring you, but it requires effort, and I’m all out presently. I’ll post this weekend. Patience, bitches.
And as a final note, if the formatting of this is funny, it’s because I’m using the tool for MS Word that allows you to blog without having to use internet explorer. This is the first time I’ve tested it, and I thought I’d start with a text only entry first. I wonder how this will look?
I dreamt that I was being hunted by soldiers. If I remember correctly they looked a bit like a Special Forces squad, as they were all wearing camo gear and balaclavas. Well, somehow I ended up captured, sort of. Don’t ask why, but the end result of me being captured was that I had to cut my own toes off, and I think part of the reason was because I was barefoot, and I needed to get some shoes on that wouldn’t fit, and because I needed shoes to escape, the only solution was to start lopping off toes, obviously.
However, this wasn’t the really weird part. The strangest thing of all was that instead of cutting horizontally, across the toe and though the bone, I decided to cut vertically, up through the foot. So I didn’t need to chop through bone, because in the dream, I only had bones in the toes themselves. I seemed to slice through my foot like cooked chicken breast, and the flesh (of my foot) seemed to have the same consistency too.
If I remember rightly, I had got about 3 toes through, when I suddenly realised that cutting off my toes wasn’t a very good idea. Then I remembered that I was in the jungle, and was miles from anywhere. I started to panic about my lack of toes, and feet for that matter, then I woke up, sweating.
In all true fairness I tend to be a hot sleeper anyway, so me sweating might not have had anything to do with the dream itself. Still, it’s been a nearly 2 days since that dream, and I still remember it pretty clearly. I’d love to have that analysed…!
Then after a fairly stressful day at work, I arrive home, and as I’m parking my motorbike up, a guy gets out of a car in the car park and approaches me. He was kinda fat at the bottom, and thinner at the top, he reminded me of a weebl. He spoke in a kinda drawl, very slow, with lots of ‘err’s and ‘ummm’s and ‘yeahhhh’s. In fact if you’ve seen Dick Lumberg in Office space you’d know exactly what I meant, as his voice was EXACTLY like Lumberg’s.
Guy: Ummm….. yeah…. We had some trouble with your bike….
Me: Oh?
Guy: Ummm…. Yeah…. We had someone staying with us, and err… yeah… they're in a wheelchair, and err… yeah… we had some trouble getting him out because your motorbike is in the way…. Can you park it somewhere else?
Me: Well not really, there isn’t anywhere else to park.
Guy: Ummm…. Yeah…. It’s not a parking space though….
Me: (mimicking his voice somewhat) Ummm…. Yeah…. Thing is, I don’t care….
Guy: (looking surprised) Umm…. Right…. Errr…. You’re not being very helpful….
Me: (still mimicking) Yeah…. Well…. I know…. Sorry….
Then I walked off.
Was I being unreasonable?
He annoyed me before he even got to the point, because of his droll dull voice. There was no way this could be classed as an argument, cos we both were very calm. In fact, the pure boringness of this guy flooded over me to the point where I might as well have been drugged up to the eyes with morphine, and I automatically took on his tones, and slow drawling manner of speaking. In all true fairness, I was probably mean unconsciously because he reminded me of Lumberg, the epitome of all that is wrong with management. I haven’t been having the best time with mine recently, so it probably brought all those feelings to the surface. In fact only yesterday I told my manager that I was "sick to the back teeth of management", and that I was "fed up with them plotting and scheming new and inventive ways of fúcking me over."
Poor guy, reminding me of management was probably the worst thing he could’ve done.
Well, I still have a load of photos and media to bring you, but it requires effort, and I’m all out presently. I’ll post this weekend. Patience, bitches.
And as a final note, if the formatting of this is funny, it’s because I’m using the tool for MS Word that allows you to blog without having to use internet explorer. This is the first time I’ve tested it, and I thought I’d start with a text only entry first. I wonder how this will look?
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