Loxley (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goodluckfox) wrote,@ 2009-07-04 11:04:00 |
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I think I figured out my dream.
I'm not one much to believe that dreams mean things. But sometimes they do, at least inasmuch as they are reflections of what you're thinking about, possibly even subconciously.
My life is the MASH unit. Constantly under pressure, with high stakes, and with no fixed base of operations. It goes from place to place, solving problems, but doesn't get to stay in one place.
The North Koreans represent the various stressors in my life. Bar, girlfriend, family. The forward elements of the unit that are under threat represent my interests that are adversely affected (time, freedom, security) by the aforementioned stressors. The General Of The Week is the part of me that wants to confront the problems and find a solution, with extreme prejudice if necessary.
Meanwhile, I'm the guy stuck having to drive the damn truck through congested traffic, and in violation of the ordinary rules of the road (skipping some BarBri lectures?) if I'm to have any hope of saving the day.
Here in the real world, I just got "home" such as home is, and for however long it's home THIS time.
Mom: "Welcome home. It's good to see you. You can't use your toilet."
Me: "Oh what fresh hell is this?" It turns out Mav's idiot boyfriend (who at least seems to mean well) attempted to "fix" the toilet. It would "run" if you didn't jiggle the handle just right. I would jiggle the handle, and there would not be a problem. But I've been out of the house for the past WEEK AND A HALF while Mav was being nursed back to health. So, on the Fourth of July AND a Saturday, he attmpts to "fix" the toilet using dollar store parts (Ace Hardware was closed). The part was the wrong size, and the water shutoff valve won't actually shutoff the water, despite being closed all the way.
Me: "Hello Plumber Guy? Yeah. I know it's not only Saturday, but also the Fourth of July, but of course my Mom has a plumbing emergency that I am incapable of handling myself." I explained the problem, and he said he'd be over in about 45 minutes or so. It should be a very quick fix for a plumber who knows what he's doing, requiring at most a replacement of things that are meant to be replaced.
Mom is frazzled as hell, because when Idiot Boyfriend messed up the toilet, Mav went ballistic and started screaming. Mom finally told them to leave NOW, not after while. But, I'm doing what I do, which is solve problems.
Now I need to get back to studying Constitutional Law.
I'm not one much to believe that dreams mean things. But sometimes they do, at least inasmuch as they are reflections of what you're thinking about, possibly even subconciously.
My life is the MASH unit. Constantly under pressure, with high stakes, and with no fixed base of operations. It goes from place to place, solving problems, but doesn't get to stay in one place.
The North Koreans represent the various stressors in my life. Bar, girlfriend, family. The forward elements of the unit that are under threat represent my interests that are adversely affected (time, freedom, security) by the aforementioned stressors. The General Of The Week is the part of me that wants to confront the problems and find a solution, with extreme prejudice if necessary.
Meanwhile, I'm the guy stuck having to drive the damn truck through congested traffic, and in violation of the ordinary rules of the road (skipping some BarBri lectures?) if I'm to have any hope of saving the day.
Here in the real world, I just got "home" such as home is, and for however long it's home THIS time.
Mom: "Welcome home. It's good to see you. You can't use your toilet."
Me: "Oh what fresh hell is this?" It turns out Mav's idiot boyfriend (who at least seems to mean well) attempted to "fix" the toilet. It would "run" if you didn't jiggle the handle just right. I would jiggle the handle, and there would not be a problem. But I've been out of the house for the past WEEK AND A HALF while Mav was being nursed back to health. So, on the Fourth of July AND a Saturday, he attmpts to "fix" the toilet using dollar store parts (Ace Hardware was closed). The part was the wrong size, and the water shutoff valve won't actually shutoff the water, despite being closed all the way.
Me: "Hello Plumber Guy? Yeah. I know it's not only Saturday, but also the Fourth of July, but of course my Mom has a plumbing emergency that I am incapable of handling myself." I explained the problem, and he said he'd be over in about 45 minutes or so. It should be a very quick fix for a plumber who knows what he's doing, requiring at most a replacement of things that are meant to be replaced.
Mom is frazzled as hell, because when Idiot Boyfriend messed up the toilet, Mav went ballistic and started screaming. Mom finally told them to leave NOW, not after while. But, I'm doing what I do, which is solve problems.
Now I need to get back to studying Constitutional Law.
