I had the weirdest dream last night.
I was getting on a plane, and I was going somewhere overseas and then I would be going straight from that place to M.'s wedding. Only, as I was going through security I realized I had forgotten my bridesmaid dress and all my stuff I needed for the wedding, and I got all panicked and started to cry and stuff.
Eventually the airport people calmed me down and convinced me that I could just change my ticket once I got to the overseas part and come back through my city to pick up my stuff...which apparently made me feel better since I quit my bellyachin' and got on the damn plane.
Now, here's the really weird part.
Once I got to my destination (not sure which one), the flight attendants wouldn't let me off the plane until I had "counted out." For those of you who have had the unfortunate experience of working in retail, you know that at the end of the day you have to count all the money and take it to the bank or put it in a safe. At all the places I worked at you had to count it until you came up with the exact same amount twice.
Anyway, so, they give me this huge pile of money, bills and coins, and tell me to count it until I come up with the same number twice. No calculator either, which ensures that I will never succeed. And then, in that dream way, there are other things besides money. Like buttons, paperclips, barrettes, pieces of plastic...all these tiny things that I have to keep track of and count until I come up with the same number twice. And all the flight attendants are standing around yelling at me because they want to go home and I can't get it right...so I'm crying and apologizing and trying to keep all the little bits and pieces in neat piles.
I don't need a psychologist to tell me what this one means...but I am pissed that I never have dreams anymore where it's just me and James Spader having a romantic dinner and then heading off to Office Depot to buy some red pens.