December 28, 2007

Last night's dream...I dreamt that I was walking with Rosebud (my new Cornish Rex cat) down the street. She was on a little red leash that was just a piece of string and as I looked down at it I realized that it was the same string that my friend, Tom, had sent me year's ago with a little note that said, "Blessed by the Dalai Lama!" I began to wonder if that was in any way sacrilege but as I was in the middle of that thought I was distracted by a shop display of cheese. I looked up at the sign above the shop, it said, "HOUSE OF CHEESE" and then I looked at the display again. These huge wheels of blue veined cheese were flung around the window with what appeared to be millions of wedges littered amonst them. I thought that was the entire display until the elves started to appear and get to work. At the far left of the display window there was a little tunnel of cheese. Through the tunnel elves skipped in with pick axes and shovels and little wagons. They all had on striped stockings. Red and white or green and white or black and white. They all had on Lederhosen of green leather. And they all had on these funny little caps. They went to work on the cheese. The pick axe elves would hack off a chunk of Gouda and throw it over their shoulders and then the wagon elves would make a big show of picking up the chunk and loading it into the wagon then, when the wagon was full, they'd push the wagon back out the little tunnel. They'd be gone only an instant and then they'd return with their wagons empty and skip back over to where the shovelers and pick axers were working and do it all over again. I was mesmerized and so was my cat. As we stood watching I became aware of something odd...my reflection in the store window. I had on striped stockings, green Lederhosen, and a perky little cap. I thought, "ut oh..." and I looked down at Rosebud...she also had on green Lederhosen and a cap set at a jaunty angle. She didn't have on the stockings but it still made me nervous. She mewed at me. I said, "Come on, lets get going..." and we both started skipping down the street.

December 15, 2007

Last night's dream...Last night I dreamt that I was strolling down what appeared to be a street in London. The shop windows had crisps and tea and tea cups and English saddles, and fish and chips, and other "English" things in them and the air just felt British. I had on a black dress and a black coat and so at first I didn't notice but after a while I realized that I had a big hole in my torso. The hole went straight through me and was about the size of a hockey puck. I stuck my hand through it and wiggled my fingers. It disturbed me somewhat but not as much as you'd think. Since there was no pain or discomfort I decided to button my coat and continue with my walk. The sun was just about to set as I passed a park. All the trees took on that black look that they do just before the sun goes away. I love that time of day. There was a very slight moon in the sky and some birds were flying home. It was unusually quiet. A beautiful moment. Then I thought about the hole again and took a peek. It was still there. I decided to walk through a bit of the park...just on the edge...the streetlights started coming on and the shop keepers were coming out of their shops and locking up for the night. A few smiled or waved at me. I reached a part of town that was mostly homes with a little pub or shop on an occasional corner. I could hear distant laughter when a pub door would open and close behind a satisfied customer. I saw something shiny in the road up ahead. A big black taxi passed over the object and stopped to let someone out. I loitered a bit being drawn, as I am, to shiny objects. The taxi departed and the object glinted again in the light of a distant streetlamp. I looked up and down the street. It was deserted. I walked into the road and retrieved the object. It was a disk covered in clear Swarovski crystals. I flipped it over. Attached to the center of the disk was a little piece of paper with words typewritten in arial that said, "This side up". I opened my coat and sure enough the disk fit the hole in my torso perfectly. I checked twice to make sure "This side up" was side up. Once I had the disk secured I buttoned my coat and walked over to the pub on the corner for a little celebration drink.

December 5th, 2007

Last night's dream...I was on skis going down a really, really big mountain ski path. I had on a puffy white ski outfit, the skiis were white too, as were the poles. It was all white and I thought, "If I crash no one will find me in all this white." I had very little control and was at the mercy of fate. I kept trying to figure out a way to slow down or even stop. A way to change my direction so that instead of going straight down at a mind numbingly fast pace I might start going sideways and then maybe I could even do a little cross country skiing, which I had always wanted to try and have heard was quite relaxing. I continued to bomb down the very steep hill snow flying from my skiis in big fans of concern. I had poles but was holding them up slightly from the ground. "Do I tuck them under my arms like I've seen on TV? Or do I try to poke them, gently, into the ground which might start to slow me down? Or send me ass over tea kettle..." I was in a quandry. "What to do? What to do?" Then my mind wandered for awhile because I didn't want to have to make a decision at all. All the decisions seemed life threatening. Finally I quit daydreaming (about Brad Pitt!?!?!?) and brought my mind back to the problem at hand. "What are the pros?" I thought to myself. Then my mind went blank. "It's pretty!" I thought. "Yes, the snow is pretty, the air is crisp...my outfit is pretty cool looking even thought it makes me look puffy." I chewed on all this for awhile and then thought again..."What are the cons?" Then my mind filled with all the other things besides the fact that it was pretty and crisp and I had on a cool outfit. I sighed. A blue bird flew over to me from a tree and perched on my shoulder. I thought that was pretty cool. "Put your poles down." it whispered in my ear. I thought, "Wow, is this some kind of message from GOD?" I decided to TRUST and I put my poles down very gingerly into the snow. I immediately began to flip and skid and get tossed around unmercifully. Snow filled my mouth and nose, I gasped for air every time I thought my face was facing up out of the snow. I tumbled for what felt like forever. Finally I came to rest. A white body in a white snow bank. With little chance of survival. The blue bird laughed and laughed.

Dec. 4, 2007

Last night’s dream…I dreamt I was buying a plastic shopping bag from a guy on the street. He told me the price and I tried to hand him a quarter but he said it was 5 times too much and he wouldn’t take it. I turned to the guy next to me and asked if he had change and then I realized the absurdity of that and made the guy take the quarter for the bag.