February 24, 2006 :: 11:40 pm
i giggled myself out of a sound sleep a couple of mornings ago… isn’t that weird, when you wake yourself up by laughing?… and shook doc sleeping next to me and said “cecil b. de muffin.”
i surely do wish i could remember the context of a dream in which i’d laugh myself awake thinking that.
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February 4, 2006 :: 9:30 am
i was at a home depot type place, and this started out as the type of dream where i was there but sort of a noninteractive observer to the action, like i was floating invisibly alongside everyone else but just watching what went on. anyway, i was “observing” this mentally challenged employee, that the managers were mistreating and overworking. they told him that for his next task he needed to go upstairs and get a pair of boots and a hard hat. at this home depot, you weren’t allowed to own your own hat and boots; you got a rental fee taken out of your paycheck every time you needed to use them. he had to go upstairs to this room that had rows and rows of boots and hats kind of like how a bowling alley has rows and rows of shoes. he started up this really narrow dark wooden staircase that would take him all the way to the 4th floor without any landings. we were having trouble balancing on the narrow rickety stairs, and then partway up, the handrailing came off at the top and was just attached at the bottom of the stairs. we were still holding onto it and it was swinging around wildly. next thing i knew, we were at the top of the stairs, and the dream changed.
there was a hollow football made of silver beads on wires, with little colored gems stuck in every so often, and a “collar” on one end made of much more flexible wires and beads, and it was called a “chalice”. lori used a rope catapult to toss this thing from the ground up onto the 4th floor balcony of our house, wrapped in a green khaki backpack. it was a our house but very different from our actual house, gigantic and older, with very large rooms. the balcony was on the 4th floor and had wood floors and only a 1′ railing, and everything was painted a smoky blue.
i heard the chalice “thump” on the balcony, went out to retrieve it, and realized it must be a gift for doc. but from whom?? i suspected it was from lori because in the public art gallery on our 4th floor, i thought some of the new paintings were lori’s. doc didn’t think so, but i did because a lot of them used metallic puff paint which was something that i knew lori used in her work.
then i was in another room of this house, also on the 4th floor, and i was trying to rearrange its furniture. trying to put 2 sofas, a chair, a tv, my desk, and my art studio in this room. i wanted to try putting the desk in the wide shallow closet, just removing the sliding doors, but realized that there were reams and reams of paper on the shelves in this closet and we’d have nowhere else to store our paper if i took it out. when i finally got the tv/sofa area arranged, the room suddenly appeared about three times bigger than before. the floor was covered in beige berber carpet and slightly sloped, and as i investigated how sloped it was, it grew more and more pronounced until the center of the room was a plateau about 2 feet higher than the edges of the room.
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January 29, 2006 :: 12:12 am
i had a horrible dream a while back. i was in the backyard of my parents’ house in plano, before the pool was built. i found a baby food jar in the grass in the backyard — it was doc’s. inside it he kept some water and three tiny, 1/4″ long, fuzzy yellow baby ducks, that were his pets. they were tiny but would grow larger over time.
i found the jar and it had been in the grass in the backyard, in the sun, for several days. when i found them and picked up the jar, the ducks turned immediately into black goo and disintegrated in the water. i was mortified that he’d forgotten about them.
if i was going to interpret this dream, i would say that i was working through my own fear of forgetting to care for something that’s been put in my charge, and having it die. who knows why, in my dream, i projected it onto doc.
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January 11, 2006 :: 11:06 pm
last night i dreamed about going to the doctor with my mom, who seemed much smaller than she actually is… much more frail and older. the doctor building was on the 2nd floor of a nice office building with a parking lot out front, and nice landscaping. she was cold sitting in the waiting room so i told her i would go out to the car and get her jacket. i took a wrong turn somehow and ended up having walked an entire block down the street to the bottom of a hill. two scruffy men in white lab coats were standing at the corner with a wheelbarrow, collecting orange trumpet-shaped flowers from a lush vine that was growing on a telephone pole. they told me that they were from the doctor’s office, and that the flowers from this vine had wonderful medicinal properties, and that this telephone pole on the corner was the only place in the world that the vine grew, so they had to walk down the hill and harvest more every couple of days.
i was fascinated with the guys collecting the flowers but then remembered that i was taking a very long time to get my mom’s jacket, so i had to hurry back and get it for her.
just now i looked up “medicinal trumpet flowers” on google, and didn’t come up with much of anything. lots of plant websites, nothing that looked terribly interesting. so i entered the same words into googlism.com, and something on that site is broken and giving me an error. so much for interesting results.
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January 10, 2006 :: 11:05 am
had some freaky dreams last night. first one involved angst getting loose into the backyard, bolting, and hopping the fence. he’s a tough old cat but, sadly, doesn’t have front claws, and he’s really skittish, so i freaked out and thought we’d never see him again. i ran inside, told doc, who didn’t seem too concerned about it (this was DEFINITELY a dream), and dug around for the key to the back gate. i ran outside, opened the gate, and realized it was dark and i’d never be able to find him without a flashlight. i went back in and got the big LED flashlight, but it wasn’t shining very far and i couldn’t see much with it. so i made doc get the other flashlight and come outside with me, and we started searching through the underbrush by the creek, calling his name and shining the lights around. i knew that it was hopeless, that he was gone or hiding and wouldn’t come out. i went back inside after a while, and there he was sitting in the upstairs window with the other cats, watching us search for him. when i woke up the first thing i did was go find angst and make sure he was OK. of course he was just fine, sleeping on the sofa in my studio.
in the next one, i was walking with a couple of people for very important reasons that i cannot remember. we were traipsing through a forest and came out onto a 2-lane road. on the other side was an incredibly steep dropoff — probably 80 degrees or so. it was covered in low to medium brush and snow, and looked completely insane, but the people i was with just went merrily tramping down this hill. i think they were dwarves, and they had blue name labels floating above their heads. apparently i’ve been playing too much world of warcraft. anyway, i didn’t want to try to get down that hill so i thought i’d wait at the top for them to come back after they were done doing whatever it was they had to do. i sat down on the side of the road, but then realized that this was washington state and in this state they simply didn’t have “sides of the road” — there was only about 3 inches from the white stripe marking the edge of the lane, to where the dropoff began. i sat down but realized that i was actually in the road, and there was traffic coming. i tried to scoot as far as i could to the edge but there was no way i could fit on a 3″ ledge. i think at this point i went ahead and went down the hill.
i’m not sure about the plot points of the rest of this dream, but we were staying in various houses on our journey, and it was kind of like people were letting us stay in their houses while they were gone, but it was just for a quick sleep for one night and we weren’t supposed to disturb anything, and then we needed to leave in the morning. one house had a bed in another room that had two old-style wooden school desks attached to it, one where a nightstand would go and the other on that same side but at the foot of the bed. there were two more school desks in the middle of the room. i think it was at this house that i stole a diet pepsi from their fridge. then at the end of this trip or whatever it was, we were looking at some photos that we’d gotten developed from the trip, and kim was in one of them holding a giant fish, and i said “you know, this trip was really going badly until kim caught that huge fish. then things started to turn around!” and then i woke up.
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January 8, 2006 :: 6:10 pm
sometimes, things that you think about as you attempt unsuccessfully to get to sleep, turn out not to make such great blog topics. funny.
the genius of 3 a.m. often doesn’t look so fantastic by daylight.
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November 29, 2005 :: 10:21 pm
why in hell do i have so many dreams about going to the bathroom??? can someone please shed some light on this?? am i the only one??!
i don’t have any particular ISSUES about going to the bathroom, other than i prefer a clean seat and clean floor, i cover not hover whenever possible, and i prefer not to do #2 in public unless it’s a real emergency, and only then if i can be assured that i’m completely anonymous. i don’t think that those caveats are anything unusual.
so why are public toilets featured prominently in my dreams? and i’m not talking about mundane dreams where i go in, pee, wash up, and come out without incident. i’m talking about stalls without doors, stalls with walls only 3 feet high, huge bowls and seats, oddly colored potties, all around odd looking potties, strange people in the bathroom, non-flushability, a fear of actually using the dream toilet for various and sundry reasons, toilets that change shape or size as i’m using them, etc.
i don’t get it!
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November 3, 2005 :: 9:10 pm
i’ve been busily posting to doc’s cluster journal for the past few nights. i’m all caught up on the 6 years of previous entries, and he and i have both begun making new posts.
i added links to it to the message boards in the online cluster communities. a number of people have visited and read, and left comments. my introductory post on ch.com was met with some very kind responses.
someone has already made or is in the process of making a short film about c
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September 21, 2005 :: 7:03 am
Sending text message from cell phone. had weird dream about turquoise clad bowling league.
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September 11, 2005 :: 10:03 pm
the other morning when i kissed my sleeping husband goodbye as i was leaving for work, this is what he said to me (while completely asleep):
“oh, i got it finished — i got the weather data analysis finished. i put it under the microscope so i could see it, but unfortunately the variance was too great.”
all i can say is, wow!! i’m pretty sure i couldn’t come up with that many ten-dollar vocabulary words while unconscious. i have no idea what it means, and he can’t remember what he was dreaming about that might have caused him to tell me that.
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March 7, 2005 :: 8:16 pm
last night i dreamed that i was in a large airplane hangar. there were some planes in the hangar and also these huge disc-like cloth structures, sort of like those car sun-shield discs that twist into a circle and then pop out into a larger circle when you unfold them. these discs in the hangar, however, were as large as the planes, kidney shaped, and made of leopard print satiny material. it was some new technology that, when attached to a plane crossways, gave it more lift. i thought, “isn’t that what wings are supposed to do? all the planes i’ve flown on have perfectly good strong metal wings.”
then i was still in the hangar but the planes were moved off to one corner, and i was suddenly on camera, making a documentary about wisconsin. all around me were tables with dioramas and state-fair-style exhibits about the goods and services of wisconsin. someone off camera would ask me questions about wisconsin and i would have to answer — and i was somehow supposed to know this stuff already. i was freaking out because i didn’t know why i was there or what i was supposed to be doing, really. there were big posterboards set up with the answers on them, and i was trying to surreptitiously read off of them while looking in the camera and pretending that i wasn’t just reading a card — but they were at the wrong angles so there was no way i could look natural while reading from them.
then i was in the same hangar, still making the documentary, but this time big stadium bleachers were set up on the far wall and they were filled with sorority girls, sorted by different colored t-shirts. behind me on a table was a divided basket filled with different types of jellybeans and chocolate. i held up a giant chocolate easter bunny in each hand, smiled at the camera, and shouted “WISCONSIN!” this was, of course, part of the script… somehow. anyway, when i held up the chocolate, the sorority girls rushed me en masse, screaming and shouting for the candy. i dropped the bunnies, held out my hands and shouted “not yet! get back! it’s not time!” and like a wave they fell back and started retreating to the bleachers, except for one girl in a pink t-shirt who began jumping up and down, screaming “candy! candy! candy!” over and over like a crazy person. my cameramen had to restrain her.
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