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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : Very complex trio of DREAMs."

Very complex trio of DREAMs.

Dream 1: The first dream was by far the best, although very baffling. Stan and I had moved into a different house that we were sharing with some 20-something professional single mother that we had nothing in common with. Nothing. I have no idea why we were going to do this...maybe to save money? Her house was where Bohler's Hole used to be on Mulberry St. in Fort Collins, except it wasn't that old townhouse building, it was a different house in its stead. The rooms were rather maze-like, but spread out and there weren't many doors. There was a wonderful room in back that was sort of a familyroom/greenhouse. She had lots of plants, a fireplace and lots of very large, friendly cats for which she kept food out constantly. I knew this would be a problem with Caligula, who would consume too much. She had some empty walls with rather interesting wallpaper that I wanted to hang my paintings on. She had her own private bedroom where she slept with her baby. The bedroom had a small clawfoot tub up on a high platform...weird. I think Stan and I were in our own bedroom, sort of unclothed, but we could be seen by some visitors of hers, other 20-something professional healthclub type women that we had nothing in common with. They were staring at us, like "who are they and what are they doing here?" I quickly covered up my nakedness. The woman we were sharing the house with explained who we were, but I could see them all whispering about us. Despite that, and despite the fact that this new house had even *less* of a yard than our real house does (we live in the city...small lot...40x120), I really liked the place.

Dream 2: I was corresponding via email with some local artist who was a head of some local arts organization. I wrote him a letter that angered him, although it was not my intention to anger him...I just wanted to let him know I wasn't interested in grants (which would mean all the more for him and his grant-sucking cronies, right?) He sends me back this really scathing email that makes my Mac computer screen turn into an old DOS screen with black background and greyish-white text, then automatically shuts down when I was finished reading his email. This happened twice in the dream. I wanted to write him back or call him back and tell him that I don't give a damn if he gets grants, it's just that they're not for me, and I'm able to survive by selling the occasional painting, doing freelance work and selling my own line of dingbats and graphics. I knew he didn't want to hear that because to people like him, individual artist grants (government art welfare) are the highest form of artistic success. I really hated this dream.

Dream 3: I was wandering around in this very strange place that was part university student lounge (it had a very 70s groovy sunken lounge CSU student center quality to it) and part outdoor recreating place like a zoo or beach. The restrooms were very grimy and wet...disgusting. I was trying to find someone I knew was there, like my mom or friends or someone, but they couldn't be found. I was walking up and down all these shallow steps where students were lounging around with large pillows. During this dream, IRL I had on WPR, and they were discussing the Democratic gubernatorial debates that they held last night so in the dream it translated to me looking at some numbers where the Evil current Gov. McCallum was only a few hundred approval points ahead of Kathleen Falk (approval points were measured in hundreds of thousands, not percentages...it was more like actual votes), then later in the dream I looked at it again and Kathleen Falk was ahead. I was glad.

By Ann @ 20:24 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..