The Jigtastic Journal of J. Na Na

Last night’s frighteningly vivid nightmare involved buses, like the ones I take everyday to work and such.  I would be on one, and it would start to break apart as I was on it.  Then I would wait for another one, and it exploded into flames.  It was terrifying.

At one point, I was having dinner with some family, and they’d left the pot roast out, and their two zany cats who could defy gravity were pecking at it, so I locked myself in the bathroom disgusted with the dinner and the buses and the lot of it.  And it seemed like I waited in there forever, and when I got out, the mother was waiting for me, saying she was glad I hadn’t left.

These dreams are so weird because they’re so linear, unlike dreams I had before living in my current apartment that jumped around a lot.  And they’re always so frightening, I always wake up with my heart about to leap out of my chest.  Like the time I dreamt a missile struck Grace Cathedral right near where I live.  I could actually hear the sound of the missle flying through the air.

Someone needs to feng shui their shit asap.

I went for a stroll along Ocean Beach yesterday, specifically to check out prices for Cliff House, the beatific restaurant overlooking the ocean, for when my sister comes to visit.  Then I went to the Safeway down the hill where I was rung up by a cashier with a piercing through her chest.  That’s right, right through the sternum. 

I thought the piercings through the lip a la Cindy Crawford’s mole, or the ones on the cheek were stupid enough, but through the chest?  Besides just being gross, it’s highly impractical and unsafe.  Say you pass out and they need to resuscitate you.  Don’t you think those electric paddles may have a bad interaction with the metal barb you got going’ on on your chest?  Not to mention it’s just a touch to close to your heart, a vital organ in your body if ever there was one.

Something to re-think, I think.