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Tag: dreams
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I was wandering around this kind of hillside, VERY gently sloping, and I stopped at this fruit stand and looked over my shoulder and there was the prettiest little body of water. I believe it was the blue they call cerulean (sp)--it was a super deep blue but with bits of turquoise and it just looked, well, sweet is the only term I can think of.It had little rocks jutting up here and there, and I couldn't see the other side of it. I got a something from the fruit stand (can't remember what) and s... Read More
...and a definite sign that I'm on here too much/obsessed/in the preliminary stages of major psychosis. So I dreamt that I was talking, in the shoutbox, and Stew tells me there has been talk of booting me from the site. Naturally I freak, and am all "why? what'd I DO?" and it comes to light there there is someone on the site who has been stalking me and making up stuff about me and selling it to some other web site. I know! Paranoid, much? Aaaaaaaaanyways: I find... Read More
This woke me up just now (yes! I was sleeping! Can you believe it?) I drove up to Telluride, Colorado for some reason (and I’ve never been so it was very similar to Morrison to me), turns out it was for a job, and I ended up in this newsroom-type setting, on the fourth floor of a building. There were some cubicles on one end, and in the middle of the room there were back to back benches, like church pews. I was going to be working out of one of the pews, and I somehow kept trying to imp... Read More
Mom and me and my old friend Susan (friend, roommate, consummate c-word, poseur, really bad dancer, and abandonator, from when I lived downtown) were supposed to fly to Chicago cuz Susan had a dj gig (nope, she never did that in real life). She was doing her "dj" moves and she looked like a complete DORK. Then we found out that the gig was postponed til Saturday night so all of us were wondering why the hell we were leaving on Tuesday, so we postponed. But then Chris from Scotland... Read More
We were at the beach, like at Alcova Damn or something (we used to go there all the time when I was little), and it was just like it used to be with the coolers in the water and the boat pulled up onto the sand and people milling all around and drinking and eating and having a great time. It was a VERY relaxed attitude and I felt so happy and at home. So here’s the weird part: Mel Gibson was there, laying on his back on the beach (and just so you know, I detest him, basically, and hav... Read More
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