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Dog biting

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“Dog

To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed. If the dog is vicious and/or growling, then it signifies some inner conflict within yourself. It may indicate betrayal and untrustworthiness. If the dog is dead or dying, then it indicates a loss of a good friend. Alternatively, it represents a deterioration of your instincts.

To dream that a dog bites your on the leg, suggests that you have lost your ability to balance aspects of your life. You may be hesitant in approaching a new situation or have no desire to move forward with your goals.

To see a happily barking dog in your dream, symbolizes pleasures and much social activity. If the dog is barking ferociously, then it represents your habit of making demands on people and controlling situations around you. It could also mean unfriendly companions.

To dream that you are buying a dog, indicates your tendency to buy your friends or buy compliments/favors. Alternatively, it suggest a need for you to find companionship.

To dream that you are dressing up your dog, signifies your attempts to cover up your own character flaws and habits.

Also consider the notions associated with the word dog, such as loyalty (”man’s best friend”) and to be “treated like a dog”.”

Source here.

Not only I have dreamed of a ferocious dog biting and grabbing the whole of my lower left leg, but I have finished Bruce Benderson’s The Romanian, and an American friend has actually been bit. Premonition, coincidence, or both?

Another rude awakening

The more I need my morning sleep and the more the weather allows it, the more likely it is I will have a rude awakening. One day it’s the pneumatic hammer, the next it’s the cement machine. Today it’s a call. The kind that renders me useless. The repetitive kind that betrays bedazzling. I call this “badger in the spotlight”. I am talking about her. I can have my coffee, my vitamin, my mild depression, my first breakthrough, friends who can advise and help me for free and lend me money, a mother who tells me “Sure! break the cat” - her way of agreeing to extreme solutions.

I was dreaming of a minor car crash.

Therefore I give you today’s soundtrack.

I am happy happy. Not

Let me tell you. I am really considering changing the name of the blog. To “The Complainer”.

Like somebody close told me. “These things happen to everybody. It’s just that you have a way of complaining about them.”

Yes. It has happened again. I am going to complain. The car is scratched! I went to the movie, and when I returned there was this piece of paper in the windshield. Somebody, somebody who carries an agenda, has sacrificed his or hers 25, 26 and 27 October 2008 to update on the happenings of today, 13 July of the same year! While I was probably blissfully unaware and spending in the Levi’s store, or better yet, missing on a few action scenes of the movie, unsuccessfully looking for my keys under my seat of the movie theater, a car scratched mine in the parking lot.

“[license plate number]

The car with this license number has scratched the front of your car.

An anonymous witness”

Yes. It is really signed “an anonymous witness”! I don’t know if I should be thrilled there are still people who benevolently let you know about misfortunes that otherwise would pass us unnoticed, and thus uncelebrated, or worried that if ever I scratch’n'run there’s somebody to tell on me. For all I know the number can be wrong or totally made up. It’s just the care that is really scratched.

So here I go again. Hello police, hello insurance company. Author unknown. Higher bill next year. And the like. Joy to the world. The only vindication is the author unknown himself or herself will have to do pretty much the same.

Further philosophical considerations I won’t bother you with lead me to the conclusion. Savagery is more expensive. But civilization is more complicated. If you don’t have time or if you don’t want to take the time, you pay. Hence time is money.

Minor car crash

Civilized, tell you more tomorrow. Now off to 4 of July and then to B’Estfest.

Let me quit this or do something!

I was about to say the weather was bearable, when I arrived at the store. It was closed.

I was about to say that the store was closed and I did not have the chance to buy the tickets after walking and perspiring for half an hour, when I noticed they had a problem larger than mine. A water pipe has leaked and the leak was so big it eventually made it through and the ceiling collapsed.

I was about to say that I couldn’t buy the concert tickets because of a stupid flooding, when a cheeky teenager sneaked in front of me, cutting the line. I ordered two cheeseburgers. Calmly. Before her. At the other cashier.

I was about to say it’s not that bad a day after all, when I stepped into a chewing gum. And that did it. I had to rant about it!

The voice of experience

Remember my coffee-post? Well here is advice from a friend whom I have told the story:

Finally, my best advise is in general to drink coffee BEFORE handling the mobile. It not only prevents dropping it into coffee, but also minimizes the number of rude calls one makes in the morning. Likewise, it’s best not to use the mobile phone while or after consuming large quantities of alcohol. Again it helps prevent dropping the mobile into your drink (which is not good for your drink) and limits the chance of making a late night, drunk call to someone you might regret.”

The consequence of blogging upon your life

When Romer!can tells you it’s awesome rock opera, you remember it’s been one of your first tapes. (It’s the wow look on his face that does it, when he stresses “It’s Operation Mindcrime I AND II performed in their entirety!”)

When you ask the Rock Chick how much are the tickets, she decides to buy you one “for your birthday”, sort of long past. So you end at the concert.

It starts late, but it’s the perfect opportunity to notice the load of ethilic looks lurking at Arenele Romane and the living dead revamped rockers. When it starts, the lead still has a voice, and band is good, but the whole thing just is not you anymore.

The dripping drip

A nation of handicapped constructors, installers, and owners have conspired so that the innocent passer-by, already crushed under the heat from the sun and the pavement, can be refreshed with water from the air conditioning machines.

And that is happening in the streets of Bucharest, as we speak.

Reverse logic

“…bla bla bla… . THAT’s my second point. My FIRST point is … yada yada yada.”

When you get it

“An equation is worth a thousand words, but I am not going into the details” said the speaker promptly jumping to the next slide. The people didn’t have time to show their puzzled little faces.