Adventures in Stupid Dreams…

Last night, I had a lovely sleep. When I woke up (yes, again at 7:30 even though it’s Saturday) I remember thinking to myself “Hey, that was a great dream. I should write that down.” Instead of opening my eyes and grabbing for a pencil, I instead chose to wrestle my blankets back from the cats and go back to sleep for an hour.

When I woke up again, I could only remember parts of my dream, and boy oh boy are they really NOT worth writing down. You know me though, I’m going to write ’em anyway!

Part 1: I accidentally flushed someone else’s clothes down the toilet. The clothes were sitting on the toilet (not in it) and I had to pee, so I flushed the toilet first and WHOOOSH!! the toilet just sucked the pile of clothes right down. Next thing I know, I’m trying to explain via limited Korean and complicated Charades just exactly what happened. Go ahead – you try it! I dare you. Try to explain to someone that you flushed their clothes down the toilet BY ACCIDENT, but the only words you can say are ‘water’ and ‘bathroom’ and every time you try and say ‘clothes’, the word ‘flower’ comes out. HA! It’s not so easy now, is it???

Part 2: Someone played a practical joke on our office, and turned all our office furniture into chocolate. The computers, phones and everything still worked but were made of yummy cocoa. I was getting frustrated because the person I shared an office with kept eating the phone cord and the computer keys. Why s/he couldn’t eat something like the potted plants or the pencils I don’t know. They had to go straight for the stuff I was trying to use.

See – it wasn’t nearly as exciting as it had seemed to me earlier this morning.

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After 3 years in Korea, I’ve finally done it.

Justin and I went out for dinner with one of our classes – for octopus. Some of the dishes were tasty and harmless. We had a tofu & kimchi dish, a seafood and noodle soup, and a rice,vegetable,spicy sauce and octopus stir-fry.

Then, there was the ‘Fear Factor’ dish I thought I would be too squeamish to try: live octopus.

The server put the plate down on the table and all the severed little tentacles were still squirming. I watched as the students tried to pry the pieces off the plate, while the little tentacle suckers were clinging tenaciously to the surface. By the time I worked up the nerve to try a piece, I was able to get a tiny little piece that had stopped wriggling. It was dead, but raw. I dipped it in some sesame oil and munched away. All I could taste was the sesame oil, so it was actually pretty good!

Next time I’m invited to an Octopus restaurant, I won’t be so hesitant to accept. It was actually a really tasty meal. However, even though my palate enjoyed it, my tender little heart still has doubts about eating food that moves.

Adventures in Internal Monologues…

Me: Unggghhg. What time is it?

Also Me: It’s 7:30 a.m.

Me: Unggghhg. …. What day is it?

Also Me: It’s Saturday.

Me: So why am I awake?

Also Me: I’d guess it’s either a result of the sun streaming in your window, or a cat breathing in your face.

Me: Mmmmm, the bed’s still cozy. Let’s roll over and go back to sleep.

Also Me: Too late. You’ve let this dialogue continue for too long, and now I’m awake. Let’s get up and scrub the bathroom!!!

Me: Who ARE you?? This is not some crazy ‘clean-the-bathroom-at-the-break-of-day’ holiday. It’s Saturday you addle-brained nincompoop.

Also Me: Haven’t years of experience taught you that name calling isn’t going to work? All you’ve managed to do is irritate yourself and now you’re awake too. Let’s go make some baklava.

Me: No. I don’t care what you say. I’m rolling over, snuggling under the blankets and staying in bed whether I’m sleeping or not!

Also Me: You can’t. Now you have to pee too.

Me: Cheater.