ramble, ramble

[floatingleaf]

So, something a little weird happened today. When I got back home from work and walked into my kitchen, I immediately noticed that the paper bag from Whole Foods, which I use for all the dry, non-smelly garbage (to save room in the regular garbage bin for the nasty stuff, since I usually take my garbage out only once a week), was placed ON TOP of the garbage bin, instead of beside it. And I am absolutely, positively sure it wasn't there when I left in the morning. I don't recall EVER putting it there, either today or on any other occasion. When I clean out the little corner beside the stove, I just move both garbage containers to the side, and then put them back in their previous place. Even if I had a reason to stack them on top of each other for a moment, I wouldn't leave them like that all day, because I am simply too anal about keeping everything in its proper place.;) (I don't mind dust and cobwebs, but if someone misplaces an object on my shelves, it will jump out at me and stab me in the eye right away... lol.) But then, everything else in the apartment seemed to look exactly the way I left it, and nothing is missing, so I can't honestly believe someone had broken in just to misplace my garbage.:D Just how weird would that be??? But if I had done it, and then so completely forgotten about it that I was startled to see it... then it's somehow even more disturbing. *shudder* Not because it's a matter of grave importance that my garbage stays put, but because I pride myself on being fully conscious and aware of my own actions, however trivial they may be. And my memory seems perfectly fine too - better than average, in fact. So how could that happen?... *scratches head, extremely puzzled*

Also, I had this unbelievably elaborate dream last night that seemed to last forever and tell a very complicated story with many intertwining plotlines. But then I had to drag my ass out of bed and hurry up, and by the time I got ready to leave for work, the last vestiges of the dream were gone. By now I can't remember a single thing, except for some very vague images, devoid of any meaning. And it's not the first time this has happened, either. I've had tons of dreams like that, and they always dispersed before I had a chance to put them into words. Or seemed to stop making any sense in the light of day - even though they were perfectly logical and structured when I was living them, so to speak. Hell, I even used to hear music in my dreams - rhyming lyrics and/or perfect instrumentation, in a few different musical styles, though I was pretty sure the pieces were new to me and not based directly on any one of my current favorites. Needless to say, after I properly woke up, I usually couldn't recall a single note. So it would seem that my subconscious is quite creative; it just doesn't see fit to share with my conscious, so to speak. Maybe that's my own private brand of autism. This inability to translate my rich fantasy world into something comprehensible and accessible to other human beings... *frustrated sigh*