I just woke up from the worst dream I've ever had, and I don't have an explanation for it...

So, I was watching this scene that had nothing to do with me. It was in Africa. There was a black man dressed in khakis and a white, button-down shirt... He had been running for a while, and he was barefoot with his shirt only partially buttoned. He had dust on him. He was talking to these two men, who were apparantly giving him a hard time about something business related. They told him that he would have to make a trip to the U.S. to fix whatever problem had arisen. Then, one of the two men said, "Well, since you're going over there, anyway..." After he said that, he ran over to a mother with her child. The woman had a very new baby, maybe a few months old, that she was cuddling next to her. The man snapped her neck, and then, he took her child. Her face fell to the side, eyes and mouth wide open. Blood began to slowly show in her mouth. After that, he went to another woman, taking her new baby, as well. Then, he handed the two babies to the man who was being sent to the states, so that he could take them over with him for slavery purposes. I can still see that woman's face. She had some kind of cloth wrapped around her hair, and she was wearing a necklace with large balls that looked like it might have been gold. What's really terrible about it all, besides the horror of seeing someone killed in such a way, is that both of the children that were handed to that man were to be taken over to the states for slavery purposes, like that was still going on. The man had such a horrified expression on his face and tears in his eyes.

That was my dream. I don't have any reason for having had it. I haven't watched anything on the history channel, recently, and I haven't seen any movies that would have any relevance. I was asleep for all of 20 minutes, and that dream occured. I woke up and started to cry. Almost immediately, Ran called to tell me that one of our friends just got a job with him. When I told him about the dream, he sounded concerned, saying, "Babe, you have really fucked up dreams." Then, he tried to tell me to calm down, telling me those people in my dream weren't real. I really don't know what to make of this. Does anyone know anything about dreams that would help me decipher this?

Being the nerd that I am, I was checking out the website for the Discovery Channel, and I saw something that I found to be quite interesting. Apparantly, archaeologists and researchers really think they have found Jesus' family tomb. I read all that I could on the page, but I still want to know more about it. Does anyone know anything about this? Have you heard anything on the news? Even if you haven't heard anything about it, you should still go check it out on their website, if that's something that interests you. This is just the kind of thing that gets my wheels turning.

I must say that I acted on impuse, tonight. First of all, I went to the Mudpie for half-priced wine night. I ran into some friends from work, there, and I joined them at their table. There was some middle-aged man, who was aggressively working on a friend of mine. I tried to divert the situation by having my husband's friend, Ricky, step in to "take the reigns", if you will. As unsuccessful as that was, I can't say that I was all that uncessful in my attempts to draw his attention away. He offered to buy me a drink, and I politely declined, knowing that he would insist. He acted just as I predicted, and instead of requesting the wine I wanted, I flattered him by telling him that I would trust his judgement. He brought back a bottle of red zinfandel. He continued to pour into my glass, regardless of how quickley/how much I drank. I told him that it had been nice to make his acquaintance, and my husband was polite enough to thank him for buying my drinks. (I hope all of you see the humor in that.) Anyway, the jackass followed us to the next bar, where he approached me, demanding that I owed him a drink. I explained to him that I did not owe him a damn thing and that he was a jackass for even insisting. He quickly backed down, especially after Ran told him to retrieve his arm from the back of my chair. In his drunkeness, he told me that he would confide in me his deepest secrets if only I would help him fuck one of my friends. I explained that my friend was with me and would be going home with me later. It was an obvious lie, but it was an amusing one to me, in my buzzed state of mind. Shortly thereafter, I took a tip from "Career Opportunities" and decided to become the "town liar". I told him for the second time to lay off my friend, saying that she was to go home with me. I also told him that this was the last time I would warn him and that he should consider my warning, in light of the fact that my family owns most of Chattanooga, as if I was really a Davenport by birth. Regardless, he bought it. However, he continued to follow us to the next bar, which is across the river. By the time he showed up, I was definitely feeling good. He proceeded to grab a chair, finishing my friend's birthday beer that had come right after last call. After my friend asked him to pay for the drink, with this man refusing, I proceeded to punch him in the jaw. Well, I must say he did provoke me a little more than I've led on to. This time, my husband had to remind him to take his arm away from behind my chair, yet again. I'm sure he'd had more to drink, because he was a bit more courageous in his response. He started to verbally attack my husband. When the waitress came by, she actually asked him to leave the premises. He obviously did not. Instead, he kept attacking Ran, verbally. So, I decided to punch him in the jaw. Ran and our friend both say it ended up as more of a slap. The point to me was not the impact. Instead, what mattered was the fact that I had hurt his pride. He walked to the other side of the room, with no one to comfort him after being hit by a girl. This may not mean much to anyone beside me. Regardless, it meant a great deal to me. I acted on impulse. I really wanted to punch him in the face for being such a jackass, and I'm proud that I played my cards right. I'm home. I'm not in any trouble. Life is still good. It's just nice to know that even though you're wearing high heel shoes, you can still put a grown man, who is twice your age, in his place. Aside from what I feel is my achievement of the night, Ran and our friend are both hoping to run into the fucker again so that they can properly beat his ass. I guess I am a redneck at heart. Sad.... I never thought of myself as such. Either way, people should know better than to fuck with me. I look good, and I speak intelligently. Those are the biggest warning signs of women. If we are smart enough to play you, back the fuck off for your own sake.

So, I wanted to wait until I had something really interesting to talk about before I posted an entry, but I'm feeling the need to have something on my page besides that little extra bit about me. I guess I'll just bitch, since that's  a popular thing to do in these parts.

I'm so unbelievably frustrated. My life isn't bad. I'm just going crazy on the inside. I have a cake job. I'm a fucking server, and that shit is so easy. I mean, it's still work, but I'm really good at talking people out of their money. Even though the busy season is back and money is good again, I still want something a bit different. Maybe a vacation is all that I need. Hopefully, that will be coming up sooner than I expect. Ran has already said that we may be going to Virginia Beach to use his family's time share. I just want to do something, now. I found myself wishing that I could just convince him to get into my car and take a road trip with me. However, the rational side of me won and made the decision that I shouldn't even think about it. I'm broke, and I have work in the morning. It's not like it would work, anyway. I just wanted to get out of the house, today, other than going to work. It was a pretty day, and, at one point, a bunch of friends were over at our place. That was really nice, but after it was over, I just wanted to do something besides watch TV. I really do hate the damn TV, but now that we have digital cable, we have free movies, which means that my husband will be pulling me onto the couch more than ever to indulge with him.

Aside from that silliness, there's even more... My family is insisting that Ran and I have a wedding reception, which I feel is really ridiculous, at this point. He and I eloped, and that's all we cared about. However, my side of the family is just dying to throw a party for us. So, my mother has been hounding me to get the addresses of all the people we want to invite, aside from blood family, and that has truly been a headache. I just want it to be over with. His mother, grandmother, and brother are all coming into town for the occasion. Surprisingly, that's the only part I'm really looking forward to. I love his family... Well, our family, I suppose I should say. I've only been able to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with them up in Virginia, but they've made me feel more accepted than my side of the family ever has in all the years I was growing up around them. Oh, and the best part about all of this craziness... We don't even know where we're going to have it. It's just about a month away, and his family has already booked their trip. Still, we have no reservations. What?!

In lighter news, I'm sure I have made a new friend. I met him through some other friends of ours, and he really came out of his shell, last night. He was just so honest that I was surprised and very refreshed. He was apparently thinking about moving to Boston to go to school. Well, he spent two months up there, finally deciding that he didn't like the city and didn't want to stay. His reasons? First of all, he didn't think anyone was attractive. (Shallow, I know, but still funny.) And... no one was an asshole to him. He really wanted someone to shove him and tell him to get the fuck out of the way. Instead, he felt like he was still around that "Southern hospitality". Also, he didn't run into anyone with a thick accent. How great is that? It sounds like ridiculous reasons for not choosing to go to school in Boston, but at least it's honest. I mean, he just said things that set him up for being verbally attacked, but he didn't care. I guess I just enjoy it when people admit to how shallow they really are, no matter how nice they seem.

So, there's my post. A bore, I'm sure. Still, it's something. Hopefully, I will be more inspired in the near future to write about things that won't put all of you to sleep.

If anyone made it through this, I would like to extend an invitation to you... First off, I don't do personality "quizzes". However, if any of you have anything in particular that you would like to know about me, feel free to ask. Hopefully this will help all of you get to know me a little better. And, by the way, thank you to all of my new LJ friends for giving me the chance to be the reason you waste your time on this website. =)

-*Gin*