June 15, 2012

  • Dream + Unreasonable Mother = *0y*

    So I had that dream again last night. Well, not the same exact dream, but it had the same theme to it... Y'know the dream where I go to Ireland and fall in love? Last time it was a guy I met on the plane who was going home and he kept me calm on my first flight, this time I was already in Ireland doing touristy things by myself. 

    In my dream I walked into a jewellery store wanting to buy a Claddagh ring and a celtic cross pendent. The owner of the shop was helping me look at items, but found out that I wanted to purchase the ring for myself and wouldn't let me (it's traditionally to be given as a gift). The man's grandson came in the store, and the grandfather asked him to help me find the necklace while he went to do something, but wasn't to let me get the ring I wanted. The grandson helped me choose a necklace and asked me out to dinner. I accepted. 

    I met him at a restaurant, not wanting him to know where I was staying yet. We had a lovely meal, and he  surprised me by giving me the claddagh ring I had wanted as a gift.After we were finished eating I was going to call for a ride back to the place I was staying (which was a friend of Dawlz's when she lived there), but he offered to give me a ride home. I wasn't too sure I wanted to do that since he was a stranger, but I borrowed his cell phone to call the family and had them write down the number I was calling from and sent them a picture message of the guy. Turns out the family knew him and vouched for him, so we went for a drive before he dropped me off. 

    My dream changed then and started taking on aspects of the book I was reading. The book had an infant who was abandoned on the midwife's front porch and they were looking for a family to take it in; my dream also had an abandoned baby make an appearance... Myself and the grandson were trying to find a home for the baby. He could see the future -when there was a choice to be made, he could follow the path to find out what the end result would be. So when a family offered to take the child in, he could see whether the baby would end up in a good situation or a bad one. The one family would lead to the baby having a horrible life, so we didn't give the baby to them. We were zooming down a mental forest path looking at the possible futures when I woke up. 

    About once a year since I was a teenager I have dreamed I went to Ireland and fell in love. Maybe it is stupid of me, but I have long since felt that this is why I have never fallen in love before: because he's in Ireland waiting for me to find him. My mother thinks it is absolutely ridiculous, and I had only told her to begin with in order to get her off my back for not having a boyfriend/fiance. Now she tells other people about it and they all laugh and tease me about it. 

    As soon as I get a job, I'm going to start saving up money to go to Ireland. I am actually thinking of doing a SWAP and staying there to work for a year. Remember how I was on a dating site for a couple months earlier in the year? Well, the best thing that came of it was this one guy telling me of this program which allows you to do the exchange provided you are under 30 or 35. I want to go next year, before I turn thirty, if I have the money and the courage. It isn't like there is anything holding me here right now... 

    Speaking of my mother, she is on my case again about getting married and having kids. For a little while last year the focus was on my brother since he and his wife reached their 7-ish year anniversary which was when they were thinking of having kids. Then they went and told mum they decided a while back that they don't want children. I was happy that mum didn't immediately focus on me again, but it has again begun.

    While she and I were out at the mall, we noticed this guy taking license plates off his truck. I went all conspiracy theory and suggested he was stealing a vehicle and was in the process switching the plates from another car. When we left the mall a little later, another car had pulled up beside the guy and started looking at the truck. One was a young guy, probably his first vehicle was about to be purchased, but the other was closer to my age. Neither were cute. 

    Mum asked me if I wanted one of them because we could tie him up and stuff him in the trunk for me. Had this been anyone but my mother, I would have thought it hilarious. If she hadn't started in on me about wanting grandkids earlier this week, I might have thought it funny anyways. I am beginning to wish my brother and his wife have an "oopsy" and end up preggers so mum will leave me alone! 

    We left the mall and stopped to pick up mum's pay cheque, which wasn't ready when she left work this afternoon. While waiting at a set of lights we saw a group of girls crossing  from their car to a restaurant who looked to be in their early to mid twenties. They all wore platform heels in nude or black, blouses, and mini skirts or dress shorts. I loved the shoes, but thought they were trying a bit too hard to look grown-up and sexy as their clothes were just a little too short and a little too tight. My mother immediately started squawking about them being whores. Like OME, mum!

    With the exception of their hemline, their clothes were actually rather conservative and would likely be accepted for employees at an office somewhere. Their sleeves covered their shoulder at a minimum, no midriff was showing, just a lot of leg as the friggen girls were probably a good foot and a half taller than I am.  They looked like up-and-coming office administrators or something, not prostitutes. I actually wanted to know where they shopped so I could hopefully find clothes that fit me while allowed me to look closer to my age rather than a high schooler. 

    My life is ridiculously lamentable. 

    SUMR