You know, but that's valid because if we are all gonna die anyway shouldn't we be enjoying ourselves now? You know, I'd like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.
It's that tad bit of Crazy that keeps me Sane...
WOAH. As of 3:14pm I just randomly remembered that my dream last night involved (1) my ex-booty call guy, and (2) my incarcerated dude from Hannah's prison penpal matchmaking service. Wtf.
I used to read people their Tarot cards in Europe for spare change to eat when I was traveling by myself. They didn't know what the hell I was talking about, but I know I changed lives.
Thanks Bunz. That about summarizes it. Why that one versus anything else is beyond me.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
I dreamt that I was following Martin Gore from Depeche Mode around. I think I was trying to figure out some way I could deliver a sub sandwich to his apartment (why he had an apartment , I don't know) as a pretext to meet him. I remember Martin Gore being very private and annoyed with other fans who were bothering him (in my dream). Random.
Amy, you seem to have a lot of dreams about famous musicians.
Mo, I think your dream is pretty straight forward.
Nyar, are you feeling suffocated or restrained by your family?
So last night's dream was rather odd and depressing:
Dreamt I was in a giant hospital, and me and my team of professionals were called in to exorcism this demon/entity that was inhabiting the place. the damn thing wouldn't die, and the dream felt so shitty.
That is all.
I dreamt that there was a flooded river, my kids and I tried to cross it and my daughter got caught in the rapids and drowned. We found her floating and were trying to revive her. I woke up and don't know if we succeeded. I woke up scared and had to text her to make sure she was ok, I am sure she loves those 4 am texts.
Both of those dreams sound terrible.
Last night one of my dreams took place at Amyz and Jacob's wedding. TomAz gave a toast at the reception. And then I started trying to recruit guests to help with harvest on my organic farm.
Lena Dunham was a disgruntled employee in a linens store where I was trying to buy a striped duvet cover. Except she looked like Diablo Cody.
I went to Rick and Jen's house for what I thought was a beer drinking hang out session and discovered that they had a full wall dedicated to memorabilia of Roseanne and Rick was insistent that I put on this hat that DJ wore in one episode and I was like WHAT IS GOING ON and then Jen informed me that she was the campaign manager for Roseanne Barr's bid for the President of the United States.
2/28: SALES @ Brick and Mortar
2/28: Objekt @ TBA
3/1: Holly Herndon @ The Lab
3/6: Steffi, Virginia @ Mighty
3/14: Simian Mobile Disco b2b Roman Flugel, JPhlip @ PW
3/23: HINDS @ Rickshaw Stop
Whoa. I had a dream about Rick and Jen too! Jen was a new cast member on Mad Men, and Rick did something too, but I can't remember what it was now. I think we were celebrating at a restaurant that had a free food buffet during happy hour. And all this may have been happening in San Francisco.
You guys all seem very interested in other people's lives.
I've had two weird experiences with dreams lately.
The first was a few weeks ago where I had a terrible nightmare about being chased by wolves. I would wake up, but every time I would fall back to sleep I'd go back to the same path. It happened several times in one night. I even got out of bed and ate something and when I went back to sleep there I was running, frantic again. Occasionally the path would change slightly, or there might be someone else running with me, or the wolves would be closer or further away. I refused to go back to sleep after I dreamt about my daughter and I, alone, trying desperately to run from the wolves.
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The second weird can't get out of the same dream drama I had this morning. I couldn't go back to sleep after it so I got up and decided to check in here. I will use very little detail on purpose.
I dreamt that I was an assassin. I was given my target and was told vehemently that my special skills would be the key to the success of the mission. I had no fucking idea what my "special" skills were, but I begin to quickly figure them out when they fitted me into this special suit. Apparently it was designed to stimulate you and keep you aroused constantly, but it would take human touch to make me come. I would have to make sure that my target's face was in or near certain specific places when I came so that the poison could be released and inhaled or ingested properly.
You can imagine where this might be going . . . The dream isn't the weird part.
I woke up to myself completely aroused to the point where I HAD to finish. I didn't want to wake my husband up because he drove all day yesterday and he has to work in the morning, so I tip toe out to the front room. I decide to just lie down on the middle of the floor because I'm a bit disoriented. When I lie down, I fall back to sleep and this time I wake up to myself coming. Mission accomplished.
This time I want to go back to sleep, but now I can't.
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Oh wow. That is some intense shit. Maybe you need to get it on with hubby more often? Just my thoughts, even though I know you didn't ask.
So last night, I dreamt I was in my dead G-ma's house in her room, and I was trying to sleep in there, but there was what felt like a very demonic or evil entity in there. So, I grabbed some holy water, said a prayer and blessed the room. Afterwards, I was able to relax in that room. Maybe I should look into becoming a exorcist?
Nyalar, did you spend a lot of time with your grandma?
RSW, do you have any names? I remember every detail.
No, I'd say it has to do with you still having some demons from your time with her that you have to work through.
THE TEACHER IS A FREAK
That's just my job.