Nubby Fingers and Scary Dreams

Hey ya'll.

I was at the Asylum for a total of eight minutes this morning before I lost my cool.

Welcome back.

I don't know why people have to be all up in my bidness when I'm out. Is my job really all THAT mysterious and exciting?

Anywho, on Friday one of the guys out in the plant stuck his hand in one of the machines when he shouldn't. I knew all about it already because the fire department was dispatched, an ambulance was called, helicopters were summoned... you get the idea. Lucky for me, the patient is well enough today to show up at the office and wander from cubicle to cubicle, retelling his gruesome tale over and over.... and over. The employee to be known from now on as "Nubs" grew up way off the beaten path where modern conveniences like telephones and hearing aides were unheard of, resulting in the chosen method of communication being to stand in the yard and holler like a crazy person.

What I'm gettin' at is.. Nubs is a real loud talker.

Nubs and Bubbles go way back, so they have alot to talk about. His wife.. bless her heart.. thinks Bubbles is the all knowing authority on child rearing and house keeping and the most worldly person she knows, so she's excited to have the opportunity to get all chatty.

Ya'll see what I'm gettin' at here?

Now I'm not the cold hearted bitch that I might seem. I'm glad Nubs is okay. I was worried when I heard about the accident Friday and although it sucks to lose the tip of your finger, all things considered, it could have been a lot worse. I'd just really rather not hear about the accident, the resulting treatment and all the gory details more than maybe 5 or 6 times.

Am I being unreasonable?

Moving on...

I've been on edge lately, I mean other than just today. I've always had weird dreams with the occasional bad one, but the past couple of weeks I've been haunted by some pretty frightening nightmares. They've included burying bodies by the river, knife wielding women in Halloween costumes and this morning, riding a bus alone, knowing it was going to flip over and trying to position myself in a way that I wouldn't be killed.

Oh and in the one with the bodies by the river, there was a dog gnawing a bone in the dark. A bone which may or may not have been human. His name was Newton.

Don't look at me like that... I DON'T KNOW ANYONE NAMED NEWTON!

Seriously, that last one woke me up from a dead sleep at 4 a.m. I'm starting to dread going to sleep at night.

Anywho, I'm going to go do some filing. Ya'll have a good one.

Later Taters.


terri said...

I think men just love to talk about and show off their scars. The security guard in our lobby showed me his new piercing today - a diamond stud in his forearm that has some kind of base embedded inside his arm. Eeew.

I'm not sure what to think of the dreams other than maybe you have more anxiety going on than normal.

Dianne said...

I guess poor Nubs was having his 15 minutes of fame. It would have driven me bonkers as it does when women feel compelled to tell endless stories about their child birth experiences.

Do you have a dream analysis book? I'm not saying I totally believe in that but I have found it at least interesting to see what psychologists say dream images mean.

Another blogger friend just posted about vivid dreams of snakes and cows that acted like dogs.

Anonymous said...

Just so your dreams aren't too prophetic!! Yeah, I'd say the bus thing comes from the worry of cutbacks at the assylum... not that I'm any dream specialist.

Nubs...another great name!

Jeni said...

Nightmares. Oh boy, I've had some whiz-bangers from time to time. Had one about two weeks ago that I can't remember who or what it was about now although I did remember it at the time for a couple of days because it was so bloody weird. No blood and guts -or dogs gnawing on bones though. (Thankfully!) I had one that I still remember a few years back about my Mom and she was moving through the house from the kitchen to the living room and was soooo real, when I woke up from the fear in the dream, I had to pat my cushions to figure out where I was and I was half afraid to look over my shoulder that I might see Mom standing there. (My Mom's been dead for going on 29 years now.) It does make you wonder though what on earth must be going on in our subconscious that we would dream some of this weirdness though, doesn't it?

BetteJo said...

I told someone the other day that I never dream about animals - and then I dreamed about cats and kittens allllllll over the place. So - I'm not going to say I never have nightmares. Nope, not sayin' it.

camerakat said...

So your ok unless you meet a bone named Newton...... ;)

Joy T. said...

Catching up on some much needed blog reading. The nightmares suck for sure. I always find nightmares come at a time I'm most stressed and they can be pretty brutal. As for Nubs I don't think you're being unreasonable at all!