Wednesday, June 1, 2005
Ann Exquisitecorpse
Another corpse contribution is online here.
Posted by Ann on 06/01/05@09:50 AM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?
Monday, May 30, 2005
DREAMs past few nights
Night 1: I was eating these really strange Eggs Benedict made with odd ingredients. One of the eggs' white was pale green, minty green, like the color of Immodium. The person (can't remember who they were) who made the eggs says that was the color of the soy ingredients that made them that color. The color black was also present, in black olives on the eggs, and maybe black beans, formed in a hard patty to replace the bread and Canadian bacon, that the eggs were sitting on. Night 2: I was with a group of people, not sure who they were. There was a young black man, maybe late 20s, and a white woman, maybe early 30s, light skin with long black hair (not in a goth way), plus some other people. Those two in particular were acting strange around me. When they were out of the room, I asked another person...middle-aged female, non-descript, what was wrong with them. That person hesitated, said she really shouldn't say anything, and then told me that they were mad because they said I never paid them for the submarine sandwich that I had asked them to get for me. However, I distinctly remember that I DID pay them (why wouldn't I?). Then the dark-haired woman came back in the room and I confronted her about it. I started talking loudly at her with a clenched jaw, very sternly, telling her that I paid them for the sandwich, and how dare they make up untrue rumours about me. I was so hard and angr at her that I started to make her cry. I didn't feel bad about it, I felt good. Night 3: For some odd reason I was on the corner of Park and Regent. My dogs' toy stuffed snake was dragging around my ankles. There was a taller blond woman there who was annoying me; supposedly she was my "older sister." I was barefoot and had no busfare; I had to walk home. I decided to go into the old GHC building to find and find a complimentary phone to call my parents (evidentially, in this dream, they lived in Madison...where was Stan? I felt like a teenager). I found an old fashioned phone like from the 70s, dialed 9 to get an outside line, but then couldn't get a dialtone. I was really frustrated and crying, and then realized that phones were props. I was trying to talk to office pepole there, explain to them that I needed to get in touch with my parents so that they could pick me up, that I couldn't walk home all that way barefoot because I'd be in pain. No one wanted to help me.
Posted by Ann on 05/30/05@12:32 PM CST ..::Link::..3 Screamers.
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