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Saturday, July 12, 2003

DREAM: Writing about Art is like Dreaming about Architecture

I was in some art gallery or museum or something and all the art was boring and mundane. There was, however, an architectural element to the building that was just spectacular. It was like an arch with windows that went up about two stories and at the top there were some structures like inverted trapezoids and they were lit in beautiful colors like purple and orange. I can't describe it very well; I might have to draw it.

Posted by Ann on 07/12/03@09:14 AM CST ..::Link::..

Friday, July 11, 2003


I met Roger Waters again! He was sitting in an office and I came into the office and shook his hand. I don't know if I was supposed to be working on a project for him or what. He was sitting at a chair explaining some project or something. I remember looking at him and not remembering a word he said, just thinking "Roger!" Then he left the office and I looked at myself in a mirror and realized my makeup looked all screwy (my face powder was all over my head and a real mess) and thought "just great, I meet Roger Waters and I look like crap!"

In the other dream, Stan and I had the little frogs we're raising from tadpoles, plus some other animal like a lizard. Stan said it was OK to put the lizard in with the frogs, but I was leary about it. He said to do it anyway. Then we were transferring them all to a new container and I saw that the lizard was eating one of the little frogs. I try to grab it out of its mouth and I'm yelling at Stan that I hate him or something.

Uh oh, now Stan's going to have an insecurity complex.

Posted by Ann on 07/11/03@08:25 AM CST ..::Link::..

Wednesday, July 9, 2003


Had dreams, can't remember them. Too stressed.

Posted by Ann on 07/09/03@03:17 PM CST ..::Link::..

Monday, July 7, 2003

DREAMs - just awful

One of those dreadful dreams where I'm still enrolled in college and have one more semester left and still need to take a math class, but for some reason, I can't seem to fit it in my schedule, so I have to put it off for yet another semester which means delaying my graduation. Ugh. I hate dreams like that. But I guess they're preferable to a dream where I'm sitting in some van (the kind they use for field trips with several rows of seats and there's some hick guy (brown hair, short, young, small nose, glasses--I think) and I'm trying to make small talk with him and all he can say to the other guys in the van is "look at her tits." I think my sister in law Marcia was there too. I felt extremely embarrassed and turned the other way and pretended he never said that.

Posted by Ann on 07/07/03@10:22 AM CST ..::Link::..
By Ann @ 20:55 AM CST:07:20:03 ..::Link::..