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Here’s Hoping Mockdock Dreams Come True

I got an email today from an alert and astute mockdocker who had a dream about me and Robbie Williams.

That pretty much makes us insta-friends.

I’m reprinting the dream here in its entirety:

Been reading BOTH of your blogs recently and i think that is why it was in my head, but i had a dream that Robbie Williams was working at the register at a new target store in my area (which in reality is a kroger store) bc, his tour didn’t start till summer. I of course went right up to his register bc the pregnant 16 y/o. working the desk next to his was oblivious to his surroundings. So he does the whole “welcome to target did you find everything…blah blah bah” To which I coyly reply “why don’t you sing that for me, Sir?”
so He is all blushing, and modest and SINGS THE REST OF THE TRANSACTION discreetly and asks me not to tell anyone for fear of being recognized.
I do as I am asked and exit the store down a flight of stairs covered in brown shag carpeting like the house i grew up in, and THAT is when i see YOUwalking in the stroe. I know, in my head, (in my dream) that although Robbie might not get me those tickets to his show this summer for being so sweet and nice and adorable, but I also know that if Mockarena found out that a Mockdocker was alert and astute, and neglected to inform her of Robbie Williams working in the store she was currently entering, she would never forgive me. so i introduce myself
“hi! My name is MissJack, I read your blog, I know you have waiters sing to you so you wouldn’t be shy to ask also but I have to tell you Robbie Williams is WORKING in that store!”
So giggling and sqealing, and excitment ensue as we walk in and run up the stairs and we (natually becoming life-long friends) spend the rest of the day in a corner of the ladies department hiding behind a rack while you try to work up the courage to go up and say something without giggling like a 12 y/o girl.
….and that is when i woke up. Ill never know if you w ent up and met him. I am troubled by this for that reason alone and the fact that i NEVER remember dreams, and when i do, they arent comlete, but HOW could i have such a dream, and not send you an early-morning message? It can only mean one thing…We are meant to be life-long friends:)
thanks for the mocking…keep it up
MissJack

Here is the only problem I have with this dream. In Actual Life, there is no way I’d ever have to scrounge up courage to go talk to Robbie Williams. On the contrary, you would have to freaking HOLD ME BACK from not full-on hug-assaulting him.

Then again, in Actual Life, Robbie Williams would not be working as a cashier at a Target.

Anyway, I loved this dream. Even though it didn’t culminate in me meeting Robbie and Mr. Mock agreeing to let Robbie be co-married to me. Even though.

Paris Hilton Is After My Job

I totally forgot to tell you guys about the crazy dream I had the night before last.

You may recall that my regular day job is in Human Resources, with a concentration on benefits administration.  Right now you’re probably like, “I don’t care what your day job is – just get to the Paris Hilton stuff.”  But you need to know that for this dream to make sense. Although, “make sense” is the last thing in the world that this dream does.

ANYWAY.

In my dream, Paris Hilton and I were friends.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to dream a whole lot about myself going to fabulous parties or events or meeting fabulous people.  Even my DREAMS won’t let me enjoy the fruits of fame.  BUT, Paris and I hung out at the pool a lot in my dream, and we did girly things like get our nails done, and we also hung out with people that I currently work with.

And then one day, Paris informs me that my CFO is going to be firing me and replacing me with her.  She’s as dumb as a box of rocks, so it doesn’t occur to her that this news might be upsetting to me. But I’m indeed upset, and I go to my CFO to demand an explanation.  I don’t really remember what he said, but I did dream that he insisted that in order to receive any severance pay, I’d have to come in and help train Paris to do my job.

So the next day, Paris and I go to my CFO’s office to start training.  And she sits down, and puts on her dumbest, happiest face, and says, “Ummm – what are benefits?”

And that is when I woke up.

Dream interpreters – have at it.

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