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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.

Stupid brain.

I'm feeling:
distressed distressed
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On August 25th, 2005 01:49 pm (UTC), terracinque commented:
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.
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On August 27th, 2005 06:02 am (UTC), eugie replied:
Alas, no. If that part of my brain were functioning, I wouldn't be hyperventilating and twitchy in the first place.
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On August 25th, 2005 01:53 pm (UTC), queenoftheskies commented:
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!
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On August 27th, 2005 06:02 am (UTC), eugie replied:
Thanks, sweetie. Calmblueocean. Gleep.
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On August 25th, 2005 02:02 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
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.
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On August 27th, 2005 06:04 am (UTC), eugie replied:
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.
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On August 25th, 2005 02:19 pm (UTC), zugenia commented:
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.
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On August 27th, 2005 06:07 am (UTC), eugie replied:
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.
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On August 25th, 2005 02:24 pm (UTC), alijt commented:
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!

Hugs!
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On August 27th, 2005 06:08 am (UTC), eugie replied:
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.
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On August 27th, 2005 06:10 am (UTC), alijt replied:
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
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On August 25th, 2005 05:22 pm (UTC), ex_angeldove677 commented:
Many times dreams are stupid.
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On August 27th, 2005 06:08 am (UTC), eugie replied:
TOTALLY.
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On August 25th, 2005 05:37 pm (UTC), melindadansky commented:
At least you are not dreaming about set theory *shudder*
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On August 27th, 2005 06:09 am (UTC), eugie replied:
Agh! You dream about set theory? You poor, poor thing . . .
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On August 25th, 2005 11:38 pm (UTC), keesa_renee commented:
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.
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On August 27th, 2005 06:10 am (UTC), eugie replied:
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*
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On August 26th, 2005 02:06 am (UTC), cricketshay commented:
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.
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On August 27th, 2005 07:04 am (UTC), eugie replied:
Eww. That's like a super-squicky version of the teeth-falling-out, anxiety nightmare.
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