Yes…I’m afraid it’s that time again. Time for another unfortunate journey into Bron’s subconscious.
So I woke up completely pissed off this morning, and here’s why.
I dreamt that I was cleaning our ginormous walk-in closet. This thing was as big as a freaking room. I needed to hurry, because I had to be on time for a meeting with the Department of Social Services (DSS). It seems we were without insurance and I had to go down and apply.
I made it there (in time) with my carload of donations for Goodwill (I guess that’s why I was cleaning out the closet) and I was told I couldn’t meet with the people about getting insurance because one of the children was having a birthday party, but I could go have cake while I waited.
Never being one to turn down cake…even in my dreams…sigh…I followed the party noises into a large room. There were kids on one side of the room, very well dressed jumping on silk upholstered furniture and drinking juice out of wine and martini shaped juice-glasses and opening super expensive (and apparently unneeded – “I already have three x-boxes, mommy!”) gifts.
I sat down awkwardly with some of the moms and listened to conversations about holiday vacations while everyone stared at their cake, refusing to eat it because they were too full from their cob salads. Whatevs. I ate the damn cake. While they were all discussing their vacations and the upcoming holidays, there was another group of moms and kids who were all standing outside the building in the snow and sleet watching the kids playing at the birthday party waiting for their turn to come in and apply for assistance. The non-cake eating moms sat and made snide comments while the caseworkers played on Facebook instead of letting them come in from the cold and helping them.
I ended up going home and admiring my lovely, clean, organized walk in closet and then the alarm rang. Sigh. I woke up pissed at the state of healthcare in our nation, pissed at the moms in my dream and pissed because not only do I not have a walk in closet, the one I do have isn’t clean or organized. Grrrrrr.
If you’ve stayed with me this far, you should come and visit my kitties. Jody (aka Typing Slave) and Meankitty interviewed my cats over at their blog. I’d love it if you stopped by and said hi! 🙂