Underwater Walk

Several members of my family (from my mother, father, and step-father’s side) were gathered at an aunt’s house to plan a wedding for my sister (Shannon). Behind the house was an extremely large above ground pool that was set up similar to an in-ground pool, with deep & shallow ends. There was a young girl, around 7 years old, that wanted to go to the deep end, but she couldn’t swim and didn’t have a float, so I told her I would carry her. First, I swam behind her, but she kept sinking, so I tried holding her up, but couldn’t swim well with her in my hands, so I went underwater and walked on the floor of the pool, holder her up by her feet. This worked for a while, but I went deeper than I realized and the girl’s head went underwater. One of the women there freaked out, snatched her up out of the water and put her back in the shallow end. No one said anything to me about it, but they didn’t ask me to watch their kids in the pool anymore either.

Carnival Shoeless

We’ve all had the “oh my god, where are my pants” dreams, but mine tend to more often be missing shoes than any other clothing. It probably has something to do with my man-feet, or feeling that I don’t “fit in” at times. This entry is mainly silliness, but fun to share. ((^_^))

[10-12-2002]

I was at a carnival on vacation with my boyfriend in Florida, but I had somehow forgotten (or lost) my shoes. I didn’t mind walking around barefoot, but I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to ride anything and it just didn’t feel right, almost indecent. We were going through a flea market looking at swords, ninja equipment, toys, and all kinds of junk when we came across an old woman with a shopping cart full of old shoes. Most of them were worn beyond being wearable, but I figured that I should be able to find a suitable (and cheap) pair.

My boyfriend went off to look at other things while the old woman and I sorted through the shoes, trying to find a pair that fit and were in decent condition. The woman kept finding shoes that she thought would be perfect, but they were all too small. I found some 80’s style brown ankle boots that looked to be the right size, but there was something stuck in the toe that stabbed my feet before I could even get one halfway on. I fussed at the woman for selling such shoes (“You could hurt somebody!”) and continued sifting through the cart. I found a pair of what appeared to be sandals in plastic packaging and the woman said they were “one size fits all,” but when I pulled them out to try them on, they had no sole; They looked like necklaces that wrapped around your feet. I liked the look of them, but they just weren’t quite shoes, like I needed.

My boyfriend returned, saying “What are you doing?!? Let’s go!” so we left, but I was sad because I had no shoes.

Carnival Fight

I swear I’m not a terrible person, I like to think I’m actually quite nice; But occasionally, I guess our evil nature comes out in our dreams. Usually “fight dreams” are very unproductive for me (either I can’t move or something happens to end the conflict), but this was not one of those cases. ((^_^))

[10-01-2002]

I went to a carnival with a few friends, but instead of riding amusement park rides, we browsed through different trailers displaying various types of exhibits and activities. One was a history museum with Indian artifacts and antique guns (“Cowboys & Indians”?). Another was a haunted house, but I freaked out about halfway through and went back because it was too dark. We went into a cafeteria area and I needed to use the restroom [reoccurring theme], which turned out to be tiny and the toilet was inside a shower stall. A girl was in the shower, but apparently didn’t mind if I used the toilet, so I ducked the water and took a pee while she casually continued taking a shower.

We went through a trailer displaying snakes and other reptiles, then into another with two preppy girls sitting at a desk; One (brunette) was selling tickets and the other (redhead) was doing “face drawings.” The redhead had a black pen that she was using to draw shapes on people’s faces (like face painting, but in black ink). I asked her draw something on my face (without specifying what to draw), and she smiled smugly and proceeded to draw on my nose. Wondering what she could’ve possibly drawn on my nose, I looked in a mirror to find that she had “connected-the-dots” between my pores! Both girls laughed, pointing at my nose, and I jumped across the desk, attacking the redhead. There was a large window behind her chair and we burst through it onto the ground outside. I was on top of her, beating her face in, with a crowd gathering around us, when I suddenly grabbed her by her curly red hair and bit off the tip of her nose! I guess I figured I’d taught her a lesson and I just stood up, looking down at her, with blood running down my chin, while she crawled backwards, crying, holding her face, and staring at me in utter horror.