23. and then some.
Pwning ur faces since 1978.
Jul 06
tidbits.
Lots of crazy dreams, but I can’t really remember them today. I do remember being tied up and suspended by a rope and someone was getting ready to pour tiny bits of broken glass into my mouth. There was another dream that I woke up from (worse than that) but I didn’t really think about it before going back to sleep and now I’ve completely forgotten it. ugh.
Jul 04
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
cannot be removed, washed away, or erased. this song will be thusly imprinted with your memory.
“Soft Rock Star” - Metric
late update.
I’ve let the whole day go by and I’ve forgotten most of last night’s dreams.
I know someone who has a photo on her Facebook page of a house peeking over the top of a grass-spotted sand dune. In my dream I gave her a framed copy of the photo, but the photo was constantly moving, as if it were getting a live feed from a video camera that was panning in a slow circle, in essence forming a perpetual panoramic photo.
Holiday?
guilty!Forward this if you are sitting on the computer instead of drinking your face off today, because it is hot and you don’t care all that much about this holiday, anyway.
It’s kinda lame that I do but I don’t.Its kinda
lame that I
don’t know how to
ride one of
these.Soon enough,
I shall.
Jul 03
my dreams are movies of the movies that play in my head all day long.
And I’ll spend half the day just running aroundWith a pocket of change and all the rest
...and we're back!
Progressive emailed to tell me my insurance rates went down. Yay!
Random thoughts:
You can do all the right things but still end up with a bad result. That sucks.
Relationships with some people are like walking down stairs while blindfolded. You have no idea where the bottom is and you’re forced to feel your way along without falling.
Latest dream:
So, last night had another epic-length dream. The beginning was foggy, but further in I was with my Mom, Dad and brother and we pulled into one of those storage unit places. We went inside, but it was a new townhome. Apparently we were going to move in. I claimed an upstairs bedroom for myself, but once we started exploring the house, it turns out the place had a HUGE basement. There was something like 6-7 rooms down there; a few bedrooms, a workshop, a rec room. Everything was fully finished and furnished. I remember my Dad talking about putting a 60” TV in his room, and wondering what Thomas and I were going to do with our TVs. I found one room that had a sliding patio door behind some drapes, which opened into that looked like the basement of an abandoned building. The opposite wall had collapsed and there was a ramp of dirt leading up to a grassy hill. All of the sudden a bunch of kids came running down the hill throwing rocks. I charged towards them, yelling “THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW A ROCK GETS TACKLED!” Of course, someone else threw a rock so I ran after them. The kids turned tail and ran up the hill. I came upon a big black guy, and said “Hey! Are these your kids? They’re throwing rocks at my house!” Then I looked down and there was a young woman gasping on the ground, with a belt pulled tight around her neck. I yelled at the big guy to call EMS and I yanked the belt off and checked her airway. It was clear and she had a pulse, so I moved her into the recovery position (it’s nice to know that my CPR/1st Aid certifications translate to the dream world!) and she quickly recovered. I can’t remember what happened next, but somehow I ended up back in the basement of the neighboring building and there was a baby there. I picked it up - it felt like a real baby, but it looked like a gingerbread man, except thicker and all white with a cartoon face. I wasn’t sure if I had to support it’s head or not, but then it shrunk and fit in one hand. I don’t remember what happened after that.
