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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM-Not My Life"

DREAM-Not My Life

A bunch of people were coming over to our house to have a party before my art opening. I swear, it was someone else's life...I don't know that many people...I'm a recluse, plus it was a totally different house. Also, people that lived far away in Colorado were coming too. I remember Lamya came, but she looked like someone else...Arquette...some actress (forgot her first name...was in Pulp Fiction). We were also living in an apartment of a refurbished Victorian house, not our own house. I was telling people I had four cats, and that I lived with someone who also had four cats, and that other people in the apartment building had lots of cats too. The door was open to the hallway and I was afraid my cats would escape. Then it was time to go to the opening, so we all were getting organized, trying to figure out who was going to drive and who was going to follow Stan in his car, etc. While this was happening, I was also having a side dream that I was looking at some pictures of mine that were framed in a box with this hard cellophane-type glazing material. I was really disappointed they were framed so crappily. Then when we left and headed toward the gallery, it wasn't like Madison at all, but more like Olde Towne Forte Collinse. Then we stopped at a very large Mexican restaurant, one with lines of people waiting to get in, and where they probably had a dress code and guest list. I didn't want to wait, but they had seating for us immediately. That's all I remember.

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