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Saturday, September 20, 2003

My Uncle Joe

In a series of dreams I was traveling in a car with my Uncle Joe, who is deceased. When I was a child my sister and I traveled with him on a long trip through the Colorado Rockies. We went on lots of undeveloped mountain roads in his 70 Chevy Impala to get to his cabin up in Taylor Park. I remember eating breakfast in Buna Vista at the begining of the trip and hearing the Beatles song Hey Jude on the radio while I was probably eating something like sausage and pancakes.

In this dream my sister wasn't with us, but he was driving a large old impala like car. Three times we drove into a different box canyon and had to pull off the edge of the read because of emergency vehicles. We would be stopped in these box canyons for hours waiting for the fire trucks to finish their work. Only in one of the three stops did we actually see a burning building. It was some sort of small mountain motel with black smoke coming out of all of the windows. I remember seeing a women throwing a burning purse.

There were more parts in the dream where I was staying in a motel room, but I can't remember many details.

Posted by Stan on 09/20/03@08:33 AM CST ..::Link::..

Friday, September 19, 2003

Now that it's later in the day...

...I seem to recall something in my dream about Bryan Ferry or Roxy Music or something. But what, I can't remember.

Posted by Ann on 09/19/03@02:01 PM CST ..::Link::..

Bulldog DREAM

I was in the parking lot of a strip mall. There was a store that was probably like a garden center, hardware store, and there were stacks of items in the parking lot, probably potting soil or something. There was also a bulldog in the parking lot, and someone in a utility vehicle who worked there was trying to get the bulldog to move so that he didn't run over it. Then there were a whole bunch of bulldogs, all in different colors. Solid white, white and grey, buff, buff and white...so many bulldogs!

Posted by Ann on 09/19/03@09:08 AM CST ..::Link::..

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Edwardian DREAM

Very odd dream, I know there was more to it, but I can only remember a small part. I was looking at some pictures, photograph, I guess, of England in the early 20th century...post-Victorian--Edwardian? era? although in my dream it was identified as circa WWI. People running around on streets looking like they're off the set of Mary Poppins. The odd thing though, the pictures were *color* photographs. Uh huh.

IRL, my parents showed me some pictures of my grandfather when he was a teenager (I would guess it would be around that time...1900 or so, in England) and his mother looked like she was right off the set of Mary Poppins. It wasn't color, though, obviously.

Posted by Ann on 09/18/03@09:19 AM CST ..::Link::..

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Artmatic DREAM

I can't remember what I dreamt, subject-wise, but I do remember it was all dreamt in Artmatic, as if someone made a movie in Artmatic and then ran it as a background or wash or filter over my dream. I've been working a lot in Artmatic lately.

Posted by Ann on 09/17/03@10:05 AM CST ..::Link::..

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Purple DREAM

Stan, Tim and I had to do some sort of errand like take some art of mine to an art show or something. I'm not sure exactly what we were doing, but we ended up at a couple houses on Gorham Street (that don't exist in real life) that were both painted pale purple. I think we went into the houses, but I can't remember what happened, really. Then I was at my grandmother's house in the bathroom. She had a bunch of old soaps layed out on a table. Some were that hideous purplish Cuticura soap that my mom used. Lots of bars of it. I needed to use some soap, but didn't know which ones to use. They were all rather scary.

Posted by Ann on 09/16/03@08:02 AM CST ..::Link::..

Monday, September 15, 2003

Paul McCartney

Wow! Just when I thought the day couldn't get any better; I learn that Paul really, really - supports President Bush. It is really, really - good to see him coming out of his Fashist Styled Republican closet. I can't believe this guy was ever in the same band with John Lennon. I am glad to see Paul showing his true colors. I've never liked Paul, but I'm happy that he's coming clean on his views.

Posted by Stan on 09/15/03@09:34 PM CST ..::Link::..

The year of the rise of the Berlin Wall

On my way home from work I stopped at my favorite natural foods store to pick up a few supplies. While I was waiting for my total the petite young clerk told me she needed to see my ID. At first I thought to myself that, 'I'm old enough to buy coffee,' but then I remembered that I had a bottle of Italian wine in my basket too.

To me my clerk looked to be young enough to be my youngest daughter - if I had any human children. I handed her my drivers license and she examined it and also looked at me carefully too. I told her that, "It was the year the Berlin Wall was built." She said, "What." I said, referring to the birth date on my license, that it was the year that the Berlin Wall was built. She apologized that she didn't know history very well.

I thanked her for carding me and being checked, of course, made me feel very young. While I was leaving the store I heard her seeking sympathy from another clerk and complaining that she was having a bad day. I didn't want her to feel bad about carding me, because I took it as a complement.

Posted by Stan on 09/15/03@09:01 PM CST ..::Link::..

Dog DREAM

I was somewhere down on Atwood Avenue, near where the gallery used to be. I was inside a building, and for some reason, someone let their very large dog into the building. It was all over me, jumping up on me and licking me and showing me affection. It was an enormous dog...sort of like some Wolf Hound, but with short hair, a red and white coat. I seem to make up dog breeds in my dreams. Then there was another dog that was outside, a white Husky-type dog. It was trying to get inside another building, which might have been the gallery, but the people inside didn't want it.

Posted by Ann on 09/15/03@09:59 AM CST ..::Link::..

Sunday, September 14, 2003

Anniversary

A year ago, Sunday Sep. 15, I turned on the telly in the evening and VH1 happened to be on. They were showing some special on John Lennon which I decided to watch, even though I think I'd seen it before. After it was over, the next show was one from their Legends series, the subject: Pink Floyd. I've tried to watch all the Legends and Behind the Musics as I could, but Pink Floyd, being the evasive ones that they are, slipped by me. I called to Stan in the other room, "Hey Stan, it's Pink Floyd!" This was a treat as I really knew nothing much about them, even though I used to have The Wall when it first came out, and liked a lot of their music, as did Stan back in college. I wanted to find out more about them.

We watched the show and talked about it when it was over. It made a big impression on me. I started to have Floydian dreams. Stan said he wouldn't mind having some old Floyd back in his collection again, and I could get some for him for a birthday present or holiday present or whatever. All we had was a used Piper at the Gates of Dawn CD at the time. I couldn't wait for the holidays to get him a cd or two, so the next day after the Legends show I ordered Wish You Were Here, Relics and A Saucerful of Secrets from Amazon, and fortuntely received them before we went on vacation. On vacation, we bought UmmaGumma, Meddle, Atom Heart Mother and More (that's hardcore when you buy music on vacation), and I was GIVEN Madcap Laughs by an old friend who didn't even realize I was getting back into Floyd...it was just sitting there on his fireplace waiting for me, and he didn't even KNOW! We eventually got everything up to & including The Final Cut.

Happy Anniversary, Stan! This is the entry you were wondering about the other day.

Posted by Ann on 09/14/03@10:57 AM CST ..::Link::..

Unremembered DREAM

Do you ever know that you had a dream, but can't remember what it was about, but only have a vague sensation what it was about? That's how I feel about my dream last night. Can't remember a thing, but I have this weird feeling it involved having an affair with Tim.

Weird.

Yeah, like *THAT* will ever happen.

Posted by Ann on 09/14/03@10:53 AM CST ..::Link::..
By Stan @ 20:55 AM CST:09:20:03 ..::Link::..