I'm not sure what these mean ...
And I almost don't want to know ...
Scenario 1: I run out to grab something for lunch. I'm in the parking lot, and I CANNOT FIND MY CAR. I walk all the way down one aisle, and back up the next. Down the next aisle, back up the next. (There are only four short aisles. It's not like I park in a stadium lot or anything.) Over and over and OVER again. This goes on for, like, 10 minutes. I always notice which cars I park next to, and who's there when I get there. So I'm trying to think of that to jog my memory, and I realize I can't even remember driving to work. AT ALL. I start to seriously consider the possibility that I beamed myself there or something.
I'm wandering around aimlessly, clutching my wallet and keys to my chest like the poor little lost amnesiac that I am, when one of the guys I work with pulls up. And starts laughing. Hysterically. I don't have to say a word--the first thing out of his mouth is, "So how long have you been looking?"
"Not long!" I say, then pause. "OK, a little long. I seriously DO NOT REMEMBER where I parked! I wonder if someone stole my car."
"Did you park on the side?" he asks.
"Oh," I say. "Um. Yeah. I think I did."
I never park on the side of the building. Ever. I have no idea what possessed me to today, since, after all, I can't remember anything about my drive. But sure enough, there was my car.
A few hours later, my phone rings. "You leaving soon?"
"I thought you might want me to write down on a sticky note where your car's parked so you can put it on your purse. Just so you don't wander around all night looking."
Ha freaking ha.
Scenario 2: I'm clicking around on the Internet this afternoon, and I see a headline about Derek Jeter and A-Rod. The INSTANT I see the word "Jeter," I'm like, "Holy crap!! I had a dream I made out with him last night!!"
This is random for several reasons. I usually remember those kinds of dreams (not that I have them all the time, I'm just saying) right away, not eight hours later when I happen to see the person's name on my computer screen. I don't like the Yankees. I know a little bit about baseball, but I don't really get into it that much. And I don't ANYTHING when it comes to Derek Jeter, let alone bury him in my subconscious so that when I fall asleep, he'll take off his shirt and start running those big, strong hands through my hair and part my lips with his tongue and ...
OK, seriously. I don't. And contrary to what I tell you people, I do not dream THAT OFTEN about hooking up with random celebrities. I'm very perplexed by the whole thing. I mean, Derek Jeter?!?! It's like random to the nth degree. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN???
It has been a very strange day.
(OK, P.S. I wasn't sure if I was going to link to this, but oh, my gosh, I am dying laughing, so I'm gonna. If you want to see what I look like go here, to the funny, funny, funny TTQ's house.)