An eventful week!

Sunday night: I was going to become a 'sister wife' to a man of the cloth. His second wife. It was so sad. At the last minute I ran but was too afraid to go to confession.

Monday night: I moved into a cool space with a loft bedroom. The indoor space was great but it was literally surrounded by concrete. I was sad to have given up my views.

Tuesday night: One of my dad's friends (not IRL, just IDL) erupted at a social gathering, screaming he hated me and how horrible I was. In the dream, I was sobbing and sobbing. I woke myself up sobbing. I felt like shit and even the realization that it was just a dream didn't comfort.

Here's to hoping the rest of the week is not so dramatic in the wee hours of the morn. (gah.)

The guy on the deck

Was going to murder me if I had not woken up precisely when I did yesterday.

Not good.

Que?

Last week:

Maims and I were each expecting baby boys. Like about eight months along. I couldn't figure it out as neither one of us wants to birth forth a human and while she technically *could* conceive, I most definitely could *not*. I think I was going to name him Caleb but he died in utero while my hands were on my stomach - I 'watched' him die. I was desperately sad and soooo glad to wake up.

My second dream about the Maimster was that she put the ix-nay on the Christmas party shenanigans, saying that we (as in all of the regulars) could not be trusted to behave in front of her clients that she invites. THAT dream is a bit more likely, though still not much. How can you have a Ballard house party without any drama? Especially at the holidays? Cornhole! Dominoes!

No rest for the dreamer

Good grief I feel as if I did not get a wink last night.

Dreamt about D & K. D insisting on some sort of divorce ritual so K could go with G, though he was hoping that K would reconsider and come back to him. Those assembled knew K was to marry G and had to go through whateverthehell this ritual was called so D would go. K was wearing a garish flowery dress and had cut her hair into one of them there awful close cuts. She is so beautiful that she wasn't ugly, but it wasn't the best look by any stretch.

The ritual was similar to a traditional wedding though of course in the opposite direction. It was supremely uncomfortable and awkward, watching friends go through this public pain. When I woke, it was a relief to know it wasn't real, yet thinking about the changes in both of their lives over the last month, I am left to wonder about him especially.

It's rough having a friend make a decision that seems so contrary to what they have claimed to want. It's sad not feeling any sort of compulsion to make contact but rather accepting his choice to stay on the island. It's painful to not feel welcome. It's too bad that common consensus is to give their marriage two or three years, max. But they are big kids and are responsible for themselves. Even as I do wish them well, I feel a fraud since I'm not convinced that there is much substance behind what is visible.

On the flip side, to have nothing but confidence and assurance that she made the right choice in getting married is wonderful. It is delightful to be so happy for a friend, even while watching the teeter totter. What was once balanced now seems so drastically favored to one side. Comme ca.

But dang, that dream was freakay. I hope for some actual rest tonight.

Grrrr

Many 'mares of late, both at night and during stolen naps.

Dreamt today that I was beating Puff. He was on ice skates (thanks Olympics) and was jumping out of the way, but I was still raging at the wee one. Talk about feeling like the sh*t upon awaking. Glad it was not actually happening but way sad over how real it did feel.

I hate my rage following me to what is supposed to be my rest.

Zee Beloved Mullet

What follows is the summary of the greatest dream I ever had - I remember the shock and awe upon waking to find out that it was all fake. I don't know why I love this one so much since it really is a nightmare, but oh well. (This post is copied from a site I used to post at - I think it reads well enough that I didn't have to rewrite the whole thing.)

10/29/2002 1:52 PM 8 out of 686

Okie. Now it's my turn to post a dream and hope for positive and helpful interpretations. Anyone offering unconstructive comments (and I am the sole judge of that) will be sentenced to a day of vomitting cockroaches in the hot hot sun. So there. And now for the dream.

Your lil Chickie went to sleep and found herself dreaming of being in love. Not just any love, but real true everlasting tra la la la, dancing through fields of flowers, skipping in the rain, K-Tel record commercials kinda love. It was vomitous to say the least. But I shouldn't editorialize since I haven't even gotten to the story bit yet.

So this dude is a bit older than me, by say at least 20 years. And I haven't dated anyone that much older than me since I was in high school so that's a little bit surprising. But I digress. This man had style and class I never thought I could attract. Let me describe his appearance (as if you could stop me since you don't even know I'm typing this right now- ha ha). Well he dressed pretty well, wearing navy blue pants, navy blue shoes, and a navy blue shirt unbuttoned seductively to his stomach. He had a nice lawn of chest hair highlighted by a fine gold chain around his neck. And the hair. My word, the hair. Well let's just say that no one could carry a receding hairline and poofy mullet like this dude. It wasn't permed and it wasn't all that long, but it was carefully tended for maximum volume.

And while you may think that my devotion to this man is amusing, I caution you not to laugh too hard. It gets worse.

Maybe you're familiar with beer mirrors? When I was talking to My Man about his hair, he informed me that he was famous for his mullet. A-flutter with lust, I went with him to some pizza parlor that had his image on one of those mirrors. It was a profile, and the entire atrocity of the hair was there on the glass. And I was informed that they were hot sellers all across the nation. He was a celebrity.

But this is not the worst of my dream, either. Follow.

In the dream we took a roadtrip back east somewhere. With his wife and children. I was his mistress. I was playing the 'nanny' role or something along those lines while the wife was around. And I was constantly looking for ways to be alone with him!

I am lost. So utterly lost. What the hell is wrong with me that I would not only be a mullet tramp, but a famous mullet chaser and worse yet, a married mullet ho? What is my problem and how do I erase this torturous dream from my memory bank? What's next? I start watching Doc just to see Billy Ray Cyrus every week?

Line them up, Duck.

Kidnapped!

By my dentist! Who was kidnapping a variety of patients and finding their doubles to re-enter their lives. I managed to escape with the aid of a co-kidnappee but I can't quite remember how that worked out. There were lots of drugs involved to keep the people down and it was very Stepfordish. He served a bowl of thousand island dressing for our sustenance. Bleh!

Now my dentist is one of the most gentle, kind persons I have ever met. I cannot imagine him coming up with any sort of nefarious scheme (aside from excessive use of those blasted drills of course), let alone that one.

It was quite disturbing while I was sleeping but upon waking it became humorous.

Good on the weirdness and humor scale. Give this dream 3 zeds.

the first installment

got a c-note with ben franklin wearing dreads. it was dated 1910 and i was impressed. it went into the blue jar. it wasn't there this morning, go figure.