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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM-Weird Bedroom"

DREAM-Weird Bedroom

For some odd reason, I had decided to go to a styling salon to get my hair striped. The salon was run by 20-something fashion goths ala the witchy-woo-woo side of it, who naturally cringed at seeing a 40-something and her husband enter their oh-too-hip salon. I asked the woman in charged if she was able to do what I desribed, and her response was rather snotty. I forgot exactly what she said, but Stan and I started going off on a tirade of "You think you're goth? We were listening to Einsturzende Neubauten when you were in diapers, honey!"

:::come to think of it, we must have sounded like the late Phil Hartman's impression of Frank Sinatra admonishing Sinead O'Connor in an SNL episode.:::

But anyway, we were giving her the music education she never had, and she began to look quite hurt and embarrassed. I forgot what happened in that part of the dream, but in the next part of the dream we were in a house. It was multi-level, and supposedly it was my parent's house, but Stan and I would start taking it over and living in it. The master bedroom was odd...I remember it being a 50s pink color, but it was rather dark and strangely layed out. There were a bunch of narrow passageways around the edge of it, sort of like closets, but very narrow. I remember there were cats getting into them. The master bathroom had a very strange tub...it looked like a cross between a snowshoe and a canoe. It was very narrow. I was thinking that I wanted a different tub because this one looked too uncomfortable.

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i used to dream of a bedroom that had a door that opened into a huge shopping mall.

Posted by Linda @ 07:04:2002:09:04 AM CST

By Ann @ 20:23 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..