Beard Beanie Anyone?

It’s that time of year.  We are being bombarded by commercials.  I don’t know about you, but I have chosen to survive by tuning most of the constant barrage out.  Those little 30 second fillers (that add up to several minutes) are just enough time to visit my own little world and tend to things there.  I just don’t get enough time to visit anymore.  My world gets neglected.

However, occasionally a 30 second spot does something to catch my attention.  Remember the Snuggie?  It took a few airings until I paid attention.  And then I wondered who these people are that have such a hard time figuring out blankets.  Do they walk among us?  Then I speculated how big the said population must be that something had to be invented to help them out.  And then I went to work and made a big deal about it.

Last year I received a Snuggie for Christmas from a co-worker.  Oh, funny office hi-jinks.

This year it wasn’t a television ad that caught my attention.  It’s a Facebook ad.

Really?

My first thought after seeing this?  Is this for real?  Followed closely by: who can I get this for?  But I will not go to work and mock this ad.  I do not want one for Christmas.  Seriously.

I’m Not Your Stalker – I’m Your Cousin

Someday I hope to attain the skill of knowing what to say.  Let me add, knowing what to say in the moment not six hours later when I’m waiting for sleep to come.  Because not only does the perfect response hours after the fact produce a sleepless night, but it would just be nice being able to carry on a conversation.  Or not overly fret because I realize (at the same late hour) that my filter never kicked in.  And I disclosed too much that didn’t need to be shared.  Santa, that’s what I want for Christmas, to be a right words at the right time kinda person.  Think your elves can manage that one?  If I were in a Christmas movie they would.

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Dream a Little Dream

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I’ve been having some rather odd dreams lately.  Perhaps, my dreams are always odd but for some reason I am remembering them when I wake up.  One dream that I keep reflecting on involved a locked briefcase.  In my living room.  There was an urgency to unlock the briefcase but nobody around me knew the combination code.  My little team (I can’t remember who made up my team) did our best to pry open the lock.  It took some time, but we finally managed to open it – just in time of whoever or whatever we were trying to avoid.  And what was in the briefcase?  Another locked, albeit smaller, briefcase.

In an effort to foil the people who were coming after the briefcase, I took out the smaller one and placed a weight inside the bigger one.  Then we closed it and left it where the bad people could find it (genius!).  I never found out what was in the smaller case, why it was so heavy, why there were people after it all thanks to the typical dream ender ruiner – I woke up.  But I’m still curious. 

So, I consulted Google to help me find answers.  I typed in “What does it mean if I dream of a briefcase” and these are the top results.

From a website called, ExperienceProject.com “To dream of briefcase means the ideas intellectual thoughts that are intensely personal and part of what defines you. To dream that you are carrying a briefcase means your level or preparedness in some situation or circumstance. It also refers to your concerns and worries about work and travel. To dream that you lose your briefcase means you feel or fear you aren’t staying on top of your responsibilities, you need to pay more attention to them, or the work area of your life seems neglected. For a women to dream of opening a briefcase in front of her means that she going to start a business. To dream of yourself tightly carrying, gripping or nervously setting down a brief case beside you means information, advice and suggestions which you are keeping back from another person.The needed information you are choosing to keep to yourself involves a marital issue, family matter, relationship situation or finances.”

First of all, something about this leads me to believe this was translated from a different language.  And second, does this mean I’m going to start a business?  Unlikely.  I kept looking for answers.

A website called Dreamforth.com had this to offer, “To dream of a briefcase indicates that you have confidence in your ability to handle a difficult task or issue. It may also reflect any anxieties you harbor regarding your job or an upcoming journey.”

Hmm, I have confidence in my ability to handle a difficult task or issue?  Insert buzzer sound here.  It is possible I have some anxieties about my job though.

Dreamomania.com associates briefcases with “Attitudes and beliefs about work and business, professional identity.”

Based on that, my identity is locked?  And an unsolved mystery since I never got to see what was in the briefcase that was inside the briefcase.  Am I really that complex?  I really doubt it.

One more?

At Mimi.hu dreams about briefcases reflect “Work, your career, your responsibilities.”

It also states, “Losing your briefcase could mean you feel or fear you aren’t staying on top of your responsibilities, you need to pay more attention to them, or the work area of your life seems neglected.”

I didn’t lose the briefcase, though.  It was in plain sight the whole time.  I just didn’t know the combination to open the darn thing.

The website also mentions “To see or carry a briefcase in your dream, represents your level of preparedness in some situation or circumstance. It also refers to your concerns and worries about work and travel.”

But I never carried it.  For the most part, it in my living room.

Compiling everything I looked up, my briefcase dream means I’m worried about work.  Apparently I’m so worried I have a little baby job inside of my main job?  And mean people are after it.  Because I have the enviable, hot-market job of… data entry.  Yeah, who wouldn’t be after that?

Huh.

Or…

Last week – about the same time as the dream – I blogged I felt like a spy because of my late night, covert, dark library parking lot entries.  The fact I never found out what was so important in the briefcase inside the briefcase just shows how lazy I am.  I couldn’t even come up with a decent ending for my adventure created in my own subconscious. 

As I said before, I don’t give much stock into dreams.  They are just stories my subconscious is trying to share with me.  Typically they are a mash-up of my day that comes out in sometimes entertaining plot lines.  Sometimes disturbing plot lines.  Don’t look too hard for a hidden meaning.  I’m not that deep.