  Pizza Mama gave me a dream dictonary to peruse the other day, and I found out, (you know, possibly,) about one of my reoccuring dreams. See, I frequently have this dream about cats. Not normal, cuddly, poop in a box in your house cats, but deformed, sick, dieased and dead cats. In the dream, I'm walking barefoot through the bottom floor of an old house, walking over these cat corpses and semi cat corpses. There's a lot of crunching noises. I have to get to the other end of the house, although when I arrive there, I will be excuted. In some versions of this dream, I am pregnant. Pretty damn weird, if you ask me. Anyways, the dream dictonary said that animals in one's dreams signify a specific personality trait in the dreamer.
Deformed, diseased, etc, animals occur in dreams when the dreamer is disgusted, alarmed, or otherwise unhappy with that particular trait. Cats signify femininity. So, according to this dictonary, I'm more than a little bit bothered by the fact that I happen to be female, and have female characteristics. That's pretty dead on, I think, although I certainly haven't given it much thought. I mean, it's not like i sit down and moan, and dream of one day having a penis.
Nope. It's more like I understand my limitations, and I really understand my limitations as being female. It's not so much the femalesness, rather the crap that goes with it. Being afraid in elevators when a guy or two gets in, and I'm by myself. Assholes- the ones that hit on me, and when I try and turn them down, they become hostile. Not being taken seriously, because I'm a girl, people way back in flea market days talking to Kurt, because they assumed he was the salesman. Never allowed having guy friends, because, men and women can't be friends, because all they really want to do ever is rut like the monkeys they're decended from. My best friend is a guy, and people might think it unseemly if we went and caught a movie together, particularily now, since I'm only supposed to be associating with my husband on a twosome basis. Well, fuck the world right in the ear, because that's not how the world should be. I can't change the world, I know that.
But I can decide what bullshit I want to buy into, and what I'm going to ignore. And, just because I'm here, on this rant, a very special fuck you goes out to the golfers who thought because I was a bartender somewhere touristy and expensive, that I was a whore, waiting for that all-important offer to go back to the golfer's hotel room, because he'd make it worth my while.
And that fuck you can also extend to my boss when i was that bartender, who told me that I had to be ever so polite to these evil annoying idiot pigs, on and off duty, lest the golfcourse be besmirched my me telling said pig golfers to stick their clubs elsewhere. Work is groovy, no more injuries, but hey, I got lots of time to cut off my appendages, burn them, and spill hot oil over myself. There's a new girl at work who spells 'delivery' as 'diliverey'. She's a voice student at Acadia, and she's a muffinhead; she asked Pizza Mama about her educational background. Mama told her about her criminology degree, and the Voice Student said. "Wow. and now, you work in a pizza place. " Mama corrected her and said, "No, I own my own business. " I'm guessing the student is an idiot, or a bitch to come off with a burn such as that. Because of this and other stupid things, The Voice Student has not endeared herself to Mama. Or me either, as I have a degree, and I work in a pizza place, and hey, I like it.
I think I would have jumped the gun and replied "And now, you're fired for shooting off your mouth so indiscriminately," but hey, Mama is a far more patient than I am.
I had a dream about a Corporate Plague. I think this is a result from spending too much time with conspiracy theorists; in the dream, I was a fly on the wall in a boardroom, and these people were discussing how to create need in their market; they decided they were going to release chemicals into the drinking water to get people to buy their stuff. Playing video games all night Reading way too much Cosmo Garbage on my mind Mojo goes to Emma as she's in the hospital for the first time in my life with exciting blood clots, and fabulous leg injuries. She's the focal point of the family; and a great role model on how to be a lady, and get whatever you want. She's a patient, sweet woman, who never swears, and calls the show "The Golden Girls" the "Four Old Bags Show". Emma, give the nurses and doctors hell, and get out of the hospital. 
