12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Skiing"
It was a cold, snowy, grey winter day and Stan and I were heading to Steamboat Springs to go skiing! (WTF!?!?!?!? I've never been on a pair of skis in my life, and if I ever get the urge this late in life--hey, my dad was over 40 before he first went x-country skiing--it sure isn't going to be at some yuppie-ass place like Steamboat Springs, CO, baby!) I was looking at a map and finding parking places, and the map looked just like what I was seeing out the car window. Once we got to the parking place, it was rather vacant. I was wrapping toilet paper around my stocking feet, like a bandage, to keep them warm (WTF?) and then putting plastic bags over them to keep them waterproof. Then I put on my dad's cross country skis, but they were strangely shaped...not flat, but rather tubular, and made out of brushed aluminum. Very odd. But then I started sliding around on the ground, going down a gradual incline. And I was skiing! And it was fun! And I wasn't falling! Yeah, right. But then we had to go back to the car and it was hard climbing the incline with skis on. No spit.
I think I also had a nightmare about Jerry Lewis. Don't ask.