disorganized physiotherapy slave-labour

my father was opening a physiotherapy clinic (no, this is not what he did for a living). for the grand opening, he invited everyone to come to the office in one day to set up their appointments. i, for some reason, was the only one scheduling the appointments. at first, i had a desk-- then so many people arrived that they had to sit in a gymnasium and they all got cantankerous when the process was obviously going to take hours. well, ladies (and i don't remember any men-- hmmm?), if i weren't dreaming then your phone numbers would be only seven numbers long and names wouldn't be nonsensical-- but i concentrated hard enough to notice this and tried to make sure i had every name and number correct before i left you-- so it took a long fucking time. when the voices in the room began to create an impatient and bitchy rumbling, i began to get real nervous and agitated and wondered why my mom, dad and grandmother were sitting and chilling and watching me run around rather than a) implementing a more coherent, efficient plan or b) fucking helping me? i was running between aisles-- choosing the most agitated ladies first-- which wasn't fair and created more agitated ladies-- but whatever-- my common sense was all fucked up. this is about where i woke up-- nothing solved and lots of ladies still wondering when they were going to get their appointments while i ran around making appointments and bickering to my family for being so unhelpful.

damn exam

i had another dream about being in high school, writing an exam about which i kept getting distracted. em was there. i couldn't find my locker.

doggie style

it's been so long i'd essentially abandoned this-- but the last few nights i've been remembering my dreams more often.

two nights ago, i drempt i found a fluffy white puppy (kind of looks like a little friend of mine ). i finally found out he belonged to someone else, but apparently they didn't want him back. he was awesome, but i was such a dolt i forgot to feed him (but he was still okay), even tho i forgot for three days.

last night, i drempt a friend of my ex-boyfriend's went down on me. he wasn't a real person, but supposedly so in this dream. his name was mike cowie, who i think is some random in the city's music scene. i have no idea what he looked like, but he thought he was better at it than he was. he didn't get me off. i told him his friend (my ex) was way better.