Crazy Dreams

The wacky dreams are back. I had some seriously wild ones on Saturday night. There was a theater troupe involved. We were at some ones house, it was Fall. I remember everyone coming in costume for a party, but it wasn't a Halloween party. I remember looking at all the art in the room, wondering if I had done it. The man I had met that night was there. He was dressed up in some really strange costume and was being very covert. It made me very upset. Even when I wandered away from the "party of actors" this person followed me. I was looking for brass or something to create art supplies. Also searching for photo opportunities. And he was stalking me.

weird. listen to your gut was the only thing I could think of.

Shoes

Last night I remember a little about many different pairs of shoes. I was at a party, and i had a choice. Throughout the night, I tried on different types of shoes. I can remember at the end of the dream not being able to find the match to one of the shoes I was wearing. And feeling really upset about that.

My interpretation? The shoe is a metaphor for my life. I am trying different kinds of things right now, and not to count so much on counting on each one to fit perfectly, but to appreciate it for what it offers.

sound right to you?

I know one pair of shoes I am trying on right now, is going to take me on an interesting journey.

yea dreams are back

Last night, I had vivid dreams again. about fire pits, and swimming downstreams... sweet.

More to come!

At our Pace

We were somewhere out in the country driving around. It was fall. The leaves were changing. We had finally gotten together. You had a convertible. We were alone driving around taking pictures. I was looking for a babysitter and found one. We had a full extra day to kiss, smile, hold hands and enjoy the world. Together. Alone and happy. We were laughing and being silly.

i am so smiling right now. so very smiling.

Mary Ann

A friend of mine from college. I was driving through the country with friends. (all this is kind of paraphrased as I am remembering bits and pieces). I was in the car with some other friends, in the back seat. There was a friend in the front seat that was turning green. We had to pull over so he could get sick in the gutter. I started noticing gutters. The sidewalks were covered in leaves and there were store fronts. Don't know what kind. As we took off once more we came down a country road to my friend Mary Ann's house. She invited us for a visit. It was a very cute country colonial house. Inside were braided rugs, and bay windows. She was eating something, i said to her I am hungry. She said, lets make some Mac & Cheese. I said okay. She pulled out this Big wooden bowl with a long stick attached. Poured in the ingredients. I said, you cant cook on a gas stove with a wooden bowl. She said, Just do it. In the attempt to cook this Mac & cheese, I spilled half of it out. Then when attempting to put it back in I noticed that there was a black plate on the counter. Put it over the flame as so the wood wouldn't get burned.

It was an afternoon of random things, TV watching, book reading, catching up. Then we left to go to the local pub.

I slept really well.

Flashes

I am just having flashes of last nights dreams on top of a parking lot outdoors... looking at a clear blue sky. Had a way too late Saturday night. So was really bleary on Sunday, and sunday night.

Stones and Skinny

I always seem to remember the final scenes in the movie.. no i mean my dreams. giggle.

I had been at the park with some friends, beautiful lush park I remember seeing this beautiful man and talking to him. Briefly. Philosophically.

Then I was at home, upstairs, waiting for a room mate/mother figure to come home. I was living in a house with two (maybe three) people. The house was cluttered with paper and books. All kinds of my writing, all kinds of writing every where. I had been asleep. When I woke up, another person was there, can't remember much about that person. But they were telling me this beautiful man had left me a stone sculpture on my kitchen table. I remember thinking about the man in the park, and that he had left it there for me. So. We were discussing that, and various other things, when I heard the other room mate come in. I disliked this woman immensely. She was bitchy and self centered. She purposely destroyed things. As soon as I heard her come in, i knew that she would destroy my sculpture before I could get a picture of it. I yelled down to her, don't move that until I have a chance to photograph it. I jumped up and grabbed my camera. As i was coming down the stairs I noticed all kinds of books, and spiral notebooks with poetry all over them. I was having a difficult time getting down the stairs. She was bitching about how messy the place was, and that the sculpture was a bunch of "dirty rocks" on her table. As i finally made it to the point on the stair where I could see it, she was there about to knock it over. I said, no, she looked at me and knocked it down. I said Thats IT... And i proceeded to beat the shit out of this skinny pushy woman. Telling her over and over again, how mean she was, and self centered. And that I could break her scrawny bones in a heartbeat. Once she was good and complacent, I decided to go for a walk. Ease up a bit.

When I went outside, I was somewhere else. I want to say England. Architecturally. I was walking and ran into the man who I had met earlier, and we continued our chat. I thanked him for his present, told him my story, he didn't laugh. Just smiled and said something kind. Then I noticed we were humming the same song. We laughed. I kept thinking how mysterious and alluring he was. That no matter if anything happened between us, he would not be someone to stay in my life for any amount of time. Then we embraced and it felt like we were one person. I remember him saying to another that was there with us, if you keep whistling, then your man will come too. She started practicing whistling and we all laughed together.

And of course we continued to kiss and entwine, but nothing too heavy, because you always wake up when the good parts come... dangit.

the end.