#menarepigs

Not sure if these are prophetic, more like the mind being stressed out, but I had more bizarre dreams last night.

I’ve dreamed about tornadoes off and on for years.  From what I’ve read about them, they indicate a sign of stress.

In the dream, Florizel and I were getting ready to travel somewhere and he seemed a bit more persistent in us leaving the house than usual.  I didn’t see it as too odd, as I am anxious to be places early when we travel.  We began our journey (I don’t remember where we were going) and all was going well.

Once we got on the highway, I saw a dark cloud in the distance with a very recognizable funnel coming out of it.  The traffic was completely stopped on the left side of the road (we pulled off to the right) and the tornado was whipping by us.  Luckily, it caused minimal damage and no one was injured.  As it passed us, we followed it with our eyes and watched it meet up with another tornado.  The two combined and went off to do further damage.

After a few seconds, it lifted and I watched yet another one form further back behind us, in the general direction of our house.  We had no time to go back and see if it was damaged, but we were relieved that we had taken the cats to an offsite location to be watched while we were gone.  

In hindsight, I think I lucid dreamed enough to keep the tornado away from our house and my parents’ house.  So that was a plus.  

My alarm went off after that so I wasn’t able to get back into the dream.  But at least I was somewhat relieved knowing that my family was out of harm’s way.  

In the real world, we are bracing for some bone/face chilling weather and probability that a lot of us are risking our lives to go to work.  Roads should be okay, but we will have to limit our time outside severely.  As in, frostbite happens in minutes sort of thing.

The city is closing in about 20 minutes and will remain so through Thursday.  Only “essential travel” is allowed, and all others are highly discouraged.

Response from our bosses?:  Men: If your truck doesn’t start, you don’t have to come in. Women: Dress warm and you can park your car in the garage when you get here so you can get home.

...seriously, what the fuck.

You assume that women are going to come in and let the men off easy?  They’ll fucking LIE to you! We women will at least make the attempt to come in.  We won’t be happy about it, but we will.

And I’m pretty sure that if my car won’t start, my husband’s won’t either.  So they can either accept that I can’t come in or pick me up.  We’ll see what happens.

I just...it’s so unfair that the men don’t have to worry about shit, yet we have to risk our lives to come to work.

UGH! I HATE MEN SO FUCKING MUCH!

And by men, I mean the bad ones like the ones I slave for.

Literally nothing happens. Not a single fucking thing

I go alone, here i am runnin on the treadmil, have my headphones in. Some guy comes to the treadmil RIGHT NEXT TO MINE despite there being like 20 free everywhere else. Whatever, im not an sjw maybe he has a preference of treadmils? Guy then taps on my shoulder 5 minutes later

Him: Hey never seen you here before

Me:Yeah tbh i dont come as often as i should.

Him: well its not like you even need to.

Me:thanks.

I DIDNT THINK ANYTHING OF THIS CALM DOWN, IM NOT AN SJW.

Another couple minutes

Him: what routine are you doing?

Me: a better butt work out

Him: *looks at my ass in the most undiscreet way possible* you shouldnt get a better one or i wont be able to stop myself. What are you doing tonight?

Me: *super creeped out* uh hanging with my boyfriend

So i put my headphones in and he leaves, goes to work out on the ground so im within eye sight.

Im not anti man at all so i think he just took the rejection well. I get off the treadmill, going to different equipment and this fucking guy keeps moving with me, always at the same time and im always within eyesight. Whatever???

He finally leaves the gym. I waited, no joke, 10 minutes before i left. I get out of the change room and hes just getting up to leave the building. Whatever?