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Saturday, September 18, 2004

DREAM: Sad Apartment

I had a strange dream that Stan and I were walking around an older part of a city, but I don't know which city...Fort Collins or Madison? It was like the student ghetto. For some reason, we were looking for a place to live. We inquired at one apartment, currently inhabited by a man about our age or older, and his daughter who was about 9. The unit seemed really small and dark. Lots of greenish grey colors on the walls. There was hardly any space to move around in the bedroom, however the living room seemed quite large. I suspected the girl slept in the living room because there was only one bedroom. There were too few windows, so I didn't want to live there because of all our plants. It was rather depressing.

Posted by Ann on 09/18/04@09:27 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Silly DREAMs

This is surreal as hell, but I think I had a dream that Stan looked like Jerry Seinfeld. Far stretch. Stan doesn't look anything like Jerry Seinfeld--not that there's anything wrong with that. Well, they both kind of have big mouths, but that's about it.

I also had another dream that I was in a creepy old Addams Family-ish house. It was made into apartment buildings, and each unit still had a sort of turn-of-the-century charm. We were living in one of the units, and I think some of the people I used to work with at Depressions (not its real name) lived there too. One of the units caught fire, but it was under control. No one seemed to evacuate or anything, we all just watch the fire burn through a glass window. I was thinking that maybe we should get our pets...they were on the floor directly above the burning unit.

Later on in the dream, I was still in a very old-style house, but there was no fire. For some reason, Stan got me some ice cream or ice-cream like substance. It was starting to melt on me, and I asked him to get me a container for it because I couldn't eat it fast enough. He said "OK", but he continued working on his computer or doing something, and he never did. Meanwhile, the ice cream was making a mess on me. I get up myself and go to the kitchen to get my own container and cuss at him as I leave the room.

Posted by Ann on 09/14/04@05:27 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

Sunday, September 12, 2004 the skin of a dying man

I was in very strange surroundings, sort of like in a circus or with a bunch of gypsies. There were tents and lots of fabric with brightly colored fancy silks. There was a man in one of the tents and he was very sick. The man might have been Tim, but I don't know. He was being tended to by relatives. I might've been with Stan I think, but I can't remember. The man was dying, or had died, and Stan and I wanted to go see him one last time, but the people surrounding the tent wouldn't let us.

This second dream I had after I went back to sleep in the morning around 6 am. It was a weird mixed up setting, like a cross between Williamson Street and some street in England. There was a large building on Williamson Street, but it was British. It was weird, I can't explain it. I was in a car or a bus or a van--some sort of vehicle. I had a small notebook with me, and in the notebook were a bunch of photographs of Pink Floyd. They kept falling out of my notebook, and I was frantically trying to put them back inside, because the people that were around me wouldn't understand why I had pictures of Pink Floyd or who they were or what. I was talking to some people and they were talking about Syd Barrett, but it was as if they believed he died of a drug overdose at 27. Even though I obviously knew this false, I was going along with these people and their conspiracy tales just because I knew they didn't know any better and I didn't want to get into an argument with them, or discuss the subject much further because I knew they didn't understand.

Wow, both these dreams are very blatantly symbolic, to the point of not even being symbolic, but purely obvious. The dying man is obviously Tim. The gypsies or circus people are obviously his family, as they are keeping him at the farm and don't let him come up here anymore except to see the doctors. Why circus people? Because it would be like a circus going to see all his relatives. Why gypsies? Gypsies represent European (in his case, German) immigrants.

As to the 2nd dream, the notebook is obviously this journal, the pictures of Pink Floyd are things I discuss and quite literally, Pink Floyd, that I know befuddles people who stumble upon this so-called "blog." But I talk about it anyway. Who the hell cares. It's my journal.

Which reminds me, I was checking my sitemeter last night and found someone had stumbled upon this site by doing a search on "I slept with Roger Waters." Heh. Sorry to disappoint them that it was only a dream.

Posted by Ann on 09/12/04@12:00 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?
By Ann @ 09:27 PM CST:09:18:04 ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?