Dreams dreams dreams last night, and not the fun, flying-naked-while-late-for-a-test-in-high-school type, but the crappy I’m-in-front-of-a-crowd-of-strangers-giving-a-talk-and-I-can’t-read-my-notes variety.
Does it help at all to remind yourself that you’re smarter, better and more attractive than the people you’re addressing? It always does for me.
*nod* Contempt for your audience. It works every time.
Alas, no. If that part of my brain were functioning, I wouldn’t be hyperventilating and twitchy in the first place.
But, keep in mind that you’re intelligent and talented and personable, and know that your audience will love you and you’ll knock ’em dead!
Thanks, sweetie. Calmblueocean. Gleep.
The human brain is a wonderful thing…
… it starts working the moment we are born and only stops when we get up to speak in public.
The other night, I had a dream about my cat who died a few months ago of old age. I miss him terribly, and have often thought about getting another cat. And the latest issue of Australian Good Taste has a cat-food ad on the back that features an absolutely GEORGEOUS burmilla kitten. Many things are pushing me in the direction of getting another cat… or being got by one.
Earlier tonight I was looking at the website of the RSPCA, and they have a page listing all the cats up for adoption across my state. A shelter an hour’s drive from my house has a 6-year old Siamese female. She is a lovely cat, and I am sorely tempted. Only, living by myself, I’m not sure how she’d adapt to being by herself all day.
The blurb on the website says she was left in a cardboard box in the shelter carpark in the middle of the day. Honestly, some people deserve to be shot for what they do to animals. Preferably shot in the stomach, so it takes longer for them to die and is more painful.
I am comforted by the fact that the lovely Siamese lady should easily find a home. Siamese at shelters are usually adopted very quickly.
I know this has nothing to do with your blog entry, but I figured you’d agree with me about harsh justice being meted out to people who abuse animals.
Dreamwind the Critter, who is now going to bed.
Re: The human brain is a wonderful thing…
The lowest level of Hell is reserved for people who abuse and neglect animals. Alas, I don’t believe in Hell. But people like that certainly deserve eternal suffering. Grr.
Funny, I just woke up from a very elaborate dream (it began with my being in a school musical dressed as a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger, and I forgot all the words to our big number and screwed the whole thing up) which ended with my trying to teach a class of pre-college students in a hotel bar, and I couldn’t get them to pay any attention to me, and then they all started ordering drinks and I really wanted a whiskey but I kept thinking, I can’t drink, I’m teaching. My can’t-teach dreams are probably the cruellest thing my unconscious does to me, and can’t-drink dreams are a close second, so this was very distressing.
Hi, by the way—I’ve been lurking in your journal for a while. I wandered over because your name sounds like mine, and I like eavesdropping on writers’ careers.
I think there was something in the air yesterday. A large number of folks on my flist blogged about dreams, typically disturbing or anxiety-producing ones. Weirdness.
Welcome, btw! I’m pleased to meetcha.
I am sorry to hear that you are having bad dreams. I suffer from episodes of extreme nightmares and know your pain. I hope they GO AWAY as soon as possible!
Thanks, sweetie! I think there was something in the dreamscape realm yesterday. But today seems to be better. Or it could be Hobkin’s been sleeping with me and he chases away all the bad dream juju.
AH HA, so that’s an idea. Now if I could only get any of my stinkers to actually sleep with me instead of digging in my hair or nibbling on my toes! LOL
Many times dreams are stupid.
At least you are not dreaming about set theory *shudder*
Agh! You dream about set theory? You poor, poor thing . . .
Gah! How dare your subconscious do that to you? Didn’t anyone ever tell it that you’re too wonderful and brilliant to mess up in front of a crowd, and it shouldn’t even suggest such a thing, because it’s not even funny?
I’m going to have to give that subconscious of yours a good whacking one of these days! Or maybe I’ll turn it into a birthday candle and Hobkin can eat it.
Hee! I got a mental image of my subconscious doing one of those whack-a-mole bobs (and of course, it looks like a fuzzy round thing with pointy teeth), and you thumping it with a mallet. *snerk*
I’ll share my crazy dream with you. I dreamed my eye ball fell out. It was the right one. I kept picking it off my check and putting it back in. Did I go to the ER? Nope. I went to the Opthmalogist(sp?). He scheduled surgery for the next month. I asked, but what should I do about my eye popping out? Should I cover it with a bandage? He said no. I lost my eye while cleaning my living room floor with a water hose. Damn doctor caused me to lose my eye. I spent a good hour trying to analyze that one. Very weird.
Eww. That’s like a super-squicky version of the teeth-falling-out, anxiety nightmare.
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