12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM (I can't think of anything else to decribe it, sorry)"
DREAM (I can't think of anything else to decribe it, sorry)
Kind of a bad nightmare dream. For some reason Stan was showing Johanna (who wasn't actually in the dream) some of the creative things he's been doing lately (insect drawings, his writing) but then she leaves (even though she was never really there) and he never asked her if she wanted to see any of the creative things I've been doing. I really resented this and start to yell at him, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is "You never..." and I repeat it a few times, outloud: "you never! you never!" waking both Stan and I up. Sorry Stan.
Then I went back to sleep and had a strange jumbled up dream. I recall I was at some really retarded party at someone's apartment that was a really gross motel-type apartment (like a converted motel). There was no one there I knew, except later B*tch stopped by and I was actually happy to see her because she was the only one there I knew (just shoot me now). Her ex-husband was peering in the screen and he was mouthing something to me. I couldn't read his lips, however I knew whatever it was, was quite positive intended toward me. I think I also dreamt about my parent's basement and maybe travelling in Colorado.