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11:08:2005 Entry: "Ann : DREAM"
DREAM
For some reason I was walking around in the vicinity of the Burger King on East Wash around 3 pm in the afternoon on a somewhat sunny day, when I met up with someone who used to work at Depressions. We started to walk around the neighborhood together. We met up with somone else, who I don't know if they were a Depressions employee or someone I used to know through art things, or what. This area around Madison started to remind me a lot of midtown Ft. Collins. We went into a record store, that was literally that...all vinyl, no CDs. The weird thing is, I start to look at things that I was listening to around the time I was working for Depressions, but then I remembered, "oh, I should look at Pink Floyd." It's as if in dreamtime, I really was 33, and forgot to push the Upgrade Software to Ann v. 44.4 button. I'm sorting through the Pink Floyd bin, but can't find anything that's actually by them. There's a bunch of other stuff in there, but no Floyd. There's an album that's octagonal shaped, but not Floyd. It was like some bizarro universe. Then the peopole I'm with suggest we walk somewhere else that's about a mile away. By this time, my legs are really hurting, and I say, "Why don't we walk over to my house and I can drive you over there?" They screw up their faces and shake their heads 'no.' I really didn't want to walk anymore. I forgot how this dream resolved itself; I know we were also planning on going to a concert that night to. I do remember talking in my sleep a lot. I also remember looking at a lot of clothes and elegant fabrics while we were "shopping." I woke up and went back to sleep. During this time, the radio was on and the program was discussing "Haunted Wisconsin," places to visit with haunted legends. I'm not sure if I picked any of the radio talk up to form my dream or not, since I was sleeping I didn't know what the exact conversations were. I dreamt I was walking around an old downtown area of some city with some people; perhaps one of the persons was the 2nd person from the above dream, I don't know. We go into an old building and to the second floor. There are people discussing how this building will be turned into a restaurant, called "Mary." Evidentally, it's some chain that takes old buildings and turns them into restaurants or bars, based a bit on the Barber's Closet style where you have lounging/living room type areas with comfy old couches to sit and eat your food. All the decor is done up in Victorian/Art Nouvea/Early 20th Century Old Lady/Grandma's House. And all the restaurants would be named "Mary" with a number after them to differentiate them from all the other "Mary" restaurants in the chain. , Actually, it's sort of a neat concept, decor-wise. But I got the impression that this particular "Mary" was sort of a bordello. I remember one guy who was in on the conversation had a huge nose covered with a dark color. (I've gotta stop watching those Medical shows on TV, I tell ya!) As we exit the building, I have Plato with me. We're walking by some small old houses with dogs. Plato starts lunging on his leash, chasing the dogs. I was afraid there was going to be a big fight, but there wasn't. I'll write more about Persephone later.She is still missing.
By Ann @ 09:56 PM CST:11:08:05 ..::Link::..
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