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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM - mixed up stuff"

DREAM - mixed up stuff

Strange dreams, only remember snippets and not the whole structure.

In my dream, I suddenly realized we'll be out east in November (this is true) and considered that we should go to NYC to Ground Zero (I really don't want to do this...too morbid). Then, it was like I actually was in NYC, but somehow in my dream I ended up at Max's Kansas City or CBGB's or one of those places. It was in the day and there weren't many people there. I had to go to the bathroom (OK, do I EVER have a dream where I don't have to pee?) so I left my table and found the women's room but it suddenly turned into this weird corporate atmosphere, and I was in the bathroom of a temp employment agency (eeewww) and somehow. I remember trying to find a stall where the door stayed shut. People there were talking all this corporate talk, and when I went back out, it was as if it had picked up from some lost part of my life where I was looking for work at a temp agency, which, I will sooner kill myself than ever ever do again. Then it turned into a vacation out west, but it was at the end of the vacation and Stan and I were leaving. We were staying in this very weird duplex, Stan on one side and me on the other. It was quite old. I remember peeling green paint, and about 6 steps up to each front entrance. I had to change my clothes before I left, but there was this guy coming to see me, and it was like a combination of our friend Dale, my Dad and Stan's cousin Dave (weird D thing going on there). I told him I'll be right out, but that I had to change. But it was like the person morphed into my dad and we were sitting on a bed playing footsie (kill me now) and talking about when Stan and I got married and Stan's relatives and weird stuff. Then I remember our friend Pat was in the dream too. Both she and I were dressed/wrapped in some weird gauzy material...we were like mummies. Then I think there was a separate dream and Stan's mom (Colorado) was in it and she was talking on the phone to someone and she was saying something about not being able to do something with them because she had to do something with her daugher-in-law (me) and the way she said it was sort of "oh that Ann demanding help again" kind of way, which is so unreal because I'm basically NO bother (unlike other relatives...heh).

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