Dream 6/27/18

I sometimes think I should have a sub-blog of just dreams. Before I begin last night’s dream I actually want to somehow turn this into a story. It is a really good idea, and I swear I’d seen the idea in a movie before.

A few things, I dreamed I was a time traveling draenei (a race from World of Warcraft), that the angel in my dream (actually Lucifer) had the face of Sam Winchester but he wasn’t wearing white. The character Jack (an actual character from Supernatural) was not the son of Lucifer but the son of Spock (yes, from Star Trek) but still had special powers, and the space ship I give him is the U.S.S. Enterprise but it is the Enterprise XII-D. The city we go to in the end is named Tyrael (where Lucifer now lives) and named after his dead brother. (Yes Tyrael from Diablo.)

The dream starts off I’m entering the City of Tyrael which is post apocalyptic, and supposedly the only city remaining in a destroyed world. I meet up with Tyrael (who is actually Lucifer and I don’t know this who is the leader of the city) tells me I need to get Jack a spaceship in order to save the human race. He tells me which one, the U.S.S. Enterprise and gives me to ability to travel through time. I select the last model that would ever be made the Enterprise XII-D. I am able to shrink the ship down until it is a model I can carry. (No Starfleet were injured in this, haha.)

Then I’m back at my grandparent’s farm (a real place in real life). I’m there with Jack and another woman (nameless, faceless) who is apparently in Starfleet cause before I give the model ship to Jack she takes it from me and points out that the ship is impossible. There isn’t an Enterprise XII-D only an Enterprise X. I try to explain to her that I traveled through time and took the last one that would ever be made. She gets a little sad with the knowledge that 12-D is the last one ever to be made.

The farm comes under attack by raiders and I give the ship to Jack, telling him he now has what he needs to save humanity. He says he doesn’t know how to use it. I go to make it full sized for him, and suddenly I’m struck with an arrow that kills me.

I wake up in a square pit faintly illuminated by torches. A bone cuff is around my ankle and a bone chain connected to a ring on the sandy floor. I’m surrounded by others including Jack and the girl from Starfleet. A disembodied voice informs us that we’re dead and in Hell.Our sentence is to fight, gladiator style with each other until only one remained standing. I’m chained next to the Starfleet girl but Jack is further away, several people/creatures chained between us. Weapons appear around us. I’m given a spear, the Starfleet girl a whip, Jack a dagger, no two are the same. Must be twenty people/creatures (I say creatures but they’re alien races) in the pit.

The first battle takes place, the Starfleet girl dies though I attempt to protect her and take a blow to the chest (not fatal) and Jack survives. When the losing people/creatures die their bodies disappear. I get a little suspicious. Between the first battle and the second, I am held down and one of the demons cuts into my skin in my chest and pulls out a small green orb. I recognize it as a tracking/communication device for draenei scouts. The demons destroy it. After that I’m patched and bandaged, but the inkling that something isn’t right grows stronger, especially after food appears. After we eat (sandwiches and salads) the next battle is announced and the difficulty increased. Square holes that seemingly are abysses but glow with purple light open in the floor. Some are not able to get away in time and as they fall into the purple light, they disappear in a purple glow. Some of them the purple glow only takes part of the person, leaving bloody arm stumps, leg stumps, torsos seared in half, half of someone’s head. The battle begins, and finally it fully dawns on me that we’re not dead, this isn’t Hell, and the disappearing after dead is teleporting. The body parts being left behind is the person not being entirely on the teleport pad. I convince Jack to jump into one of the holes and he does.

We wake up in dark room full of people, more people than were in the original room to begin with. It dawns on me we’re on a spaceship, and we didn’t die but were kidnapped by aliens. Jack still has the model Enterprise and I make it full sized, we load the people/creatures onto it, blast our way out of the other spaceship and the only place I know to take them is Tyrael.

As the refugees exit the ship I see Tyrael at the entrance of the city and he thanks me for saving these people. I suddenly have a realization that he’s actually Lucifer and he gave me to these aliens who kidnapped us for their sport. He doesn’t deny it, but informs me I’m not actually a draenei, but a succubus. Then I woke up.


Let’s Talk HTC and it isn’t Good

When we changed up our service provider from T-Mobile to Sprint, Russ insisted on getting the HTC U11 while the rest of us got Samsung S8s. So Russ cracked his screen. We called around the screen repair places, most said a couple of days for about $200+. Russ called HTC maybe they would do better and it would seem to. They said 10-15 business days $189 for a screen repair. The time length was because we had to ship them the phone then they ship it back.

So for that first 15 business days Russ used our son’s phone, when it was suddenly obvious after contacting HTC several times that the phone would not be returned in 10-15 business days or even 20 or 30 business days, Russ bought and older cheap phone to use while waiting on his U11 to come back.

Three months! HTC had the phone for three months! However the wait was over, the phone was shipped back, claiming the repair was done. Russ took it immediately to Sprint to activate the SIM card and Sprint says this U11 (which we bought through Sprint and are paying on still) isn’t compatible with their service. After further digging, the phone isn’t compatible with anyone’s service provider. 😮

We’ve contacted HTC 6 times in 2 days. Every time it is a different story, a different excuse, but none have offered a solution to our problem. We have an HTC U11 that is basically a tablet now, that we’re still paying on, and can’t even sell because it doesn’t work with any service provider.

I need to ask Russ how the 6th contact attempt went because the 5th was enough for me to start complaining about HTC on social media. The lady on the phone asked for Russ to check the serial numbers and IMEI number from several different locations. She constantly had us on hold and repeated the same statements. It was rather robotic and I questioned if we were speaking to a human at all. Finally we had had enough, Russ asked to speak to her supervisor and her response was, “No, I cannot do that.” He asked again, incredulous and again she said no. So we asked what is to be done about the problem. She says the next step is someone from HTC will call him within 24 to 48 hours. 😣 Wait? What? What kind of company is this??? Why can’t you help me? Why does it seem so hard to just get the phone fixed from a mistake HTC made?

Absolutely the worst customer service I’ve ever encountered. People were completely useless. I’ll never buy another HTC product again and I’ll be damn sure to tell everyone about my experience.


It is hard to keep up a blog when nothing really exciting or eventful happens to you. I’ve work a lot lately, five nine hour shifts. Did a few stupid things at work without thinking about it. One I embarrassed a manager in front of his mother, and second I embarrassed myself so bad I cried as I drove home from work. Experienced a ton of self loathing for being so stupid. See I was bitching about another cashier to a head cashier, got told by management who overheard me bitching to not talk about other cashiers. The problem was I should’ve known not to talk about my coworkers, but I did it anyway without thinking.

The other thing are the crazy customers, which brings me to the title of my post. A guy came to my register with a tree and a cart full of items. The tree had a strap around a branch with a barcode on it. I scanned the barcode, and go all the way through the process of ringing him out until it got to the point where he needed to sign. He asked me how much did the tree ring up. I honestly replied I didn’t know, once he signed I would show him the receipt and if it rang up the wrong price he could go to customer service and they would fix it.

He refused to sign for the purchase, told me to void everything. I said I couldn’t at the screen. I could not go back. He needed to sign and we’d solve the problem from there. He refused to sign and refused to go to customer service.So I restarted the computer, hoping it would clear everything out. It didn’t but I was at a screen that allowed me to show the man how much the tree rang up. I showed him: APPLE TREE $27.49.

He says, “I don’t want to buy an apple tree. I want to buy a pear tree.” I tried to tell him that all I did was scan the strap, it rang up the correct price, it didn’t matter. He reiterates that he doesn’t want an apple tree, he wants a pear tree. He then shows me the info tag on the tree which says its a pear tree. So I agree, it must be a pear tree. I told him not to worry what it rang up as. He says again, “I don’t want an apple tree. I want a pear tree. I already have apple trees.” So I call the garden center associate and tell her to bring me a strap from a pear tree so I can ring him up a pear tree. He shouts at the person I’m talking to on the phone that I’m misrepresenting him, that he wants a pear tree, not an apple tree.

So the garden center associate brings over a pear tree, and the man compares the leaves on the first tree to the second, asks my opinion. I tell him I don’t know anything about fruit trees. He eventually decides to buy both trees, makes me scan the pear tree tag twice, and remove the apple tree tag from the purchase. This took twenty minutes. He held up the line for TWENTY minutes, other customers were looking at me with pity. Once I had him the receipt he says to me, “That was an easy sale, right?” I actually thought about punching him.

Should I Just Make Shit Up?

My biggest problem with maintaining a blog or journal is not that much crap happens to me… on a regular basis. In the past I blogged about the all the ill treatment at my last job, but right now my job isn’t bad.

I work in a big box store at the customer service desk and my only really complaints are how hard it is to get my co workers to  pull an item awaiting pick up or picking an item for an internet order. Getting someone to load anything heavy. Also I dislike closing with one particular head cashier who is unbelievably negative. Then there are the clopens. Did one yesterday, got another next week.
Been working on a mandala jacket:
This one is of my own design again. I liked the colors of the yarn, but I really should go get a dark color yarn or a neutral one.
I still can’t get less than 140 lbs.
I haven’t really tried any new recipes. I did however put up a window film on my daughter’s window, who was late to school this morning. Perfect attendance until I finally tell her she’s responsible for getting herself up on the morning. (She’s 13.)

Dream 1/15/17

So I dreamed the zombie apocalypse happened and had happened several years or even generations ago. There was a legend that someone had discovered a way to reverse the zombie plague (turn zombies back into people) so a group of people research the person who created the cure, and then much like a zombie DaVinci Code discover where the guy hid the cure or rather where the instructions to the cure were hidden. So the group of people sacrifice everything, even not worrying about companions being bitten because once they get the cure, they’ll be able to turn people back.

So they find the final resting place of the cure (a public bathroom hidden in the toilet paper dispenser) and open the container that should contain the instructions for the cure. It is in fact instructions on how to build an ark to save humanity. (I dunno if it was to send humanity to another planet or just put them in cryostasis and wait until the zombies die off.) See the legend began as this guy had a way to save humanity and over time people thought it was the cure for the zombie plague.

Dream 1/14/17

Dreamed the Sims was a VR type world (think the movie 13th floor) where you could walk among and interact with your sims. Well I told my favorite sim, a middle aged black man, that I was a player and him and his world were just a computer simulated game. He referred to me as the Creator. I grant him immortality and that causes him to become obsessed with death and the death of the sims in his town. He collects their obituaries. He meets a young girl, and befriends her, but she realizes eventually as she grows up that he doesn’t age and begins to think he is Death because of his noticeable obsession with it. My favorite sim falls in love with her and wants me to grant her immortality so they can be together. I inform him it was a one time gift.

We travel back and forth in time and we notice that his computer simulated world is going to end in an apocalypse (I think a meteor was going to hit). My favorite sim asks me to travel back to the present, grab the girl he’s also fallen in love with, and bring her to the future and put her on this rocket I created that was sending the sims to colonize another virtual planet or something. Even though the apocalypse was not going to happen during her lifetime, my favorite sim wanted her on this rocket. So I oblige and she wants my favorite sim to come with her.

And I woke up.