..::Previous entry: "DREAMs and such"::.. ..::Main Index::.. ..::Next entry: "Shelly"::..
12:02:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs...three different ones"
DREAMs...three different ones
I was trying on bras. I think Tim was with me. Someone told me I needed to wear a size BB or CC or BC cup. I asked them why the double letter...wasn't that just reserved for sizes at opposite ends of the spectrum...huge sizes like EE or training bra (flatchested) sizes like AA? They said it was because I had round breasts. Tim said that a BB or CC size is good. Like Tim cares about women's breasts! LOL!
I was watching something on TV, or maybe it was "reality" (i.e., "dream reality" as opposed to watching it on tv in a dream...make sense?). There was this old western marshall, like Matt Dillon from Gunsmoke, going around collecting people's firearms in an old western town. Weird. He was wearing leather chaps and everything.
Stan and I were at one of his mom's houses, either his adopted mom's or his biological mom's...I don't know which because I think both were present. I remember decks and patios and getting together for a very large dinner. Marcia, Stan's adopted sister, was invited. She came late, and she brought some mousey Christian couple (the woman looked like that one mousey brunette woman that Tim worked with...with the eyebrows...that came to your opening, Stan...with Christie...what was her name?) and their kid with her...guess she met them at her church or something. THEY were not invited. They felt really out of place and moused (ha! just made that verb up...love it...so perfect) together off in a corner, yet they were still eating the food. I thought that was very rude of them, as well as Marcia.