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Friday, October 25, 2002



He wasn't my state's senator, but he spoke for many of issues I believed in. I remember seeing him speak and thinking, "Wow, this guy should be president."


Posted by Ann on 10/25/02@01:45 PM CST ..::Link::..

Thursday, October 24, 2002


Yesterday I heard Bush refer to the DC-area sniper as "ruthless." Last year, Bush referred to the terrorists who flew the planes into buildings as "cowards." To get on a plane, knowing that you will die in it crashing into a building is hardly cowardly. It's ruthless. Cowardice is shooting someone from a distance. Sigh. Someone buy the guy a dictionary.

Posted by Ann on 10/24/02@11:12 AM CST ..::Link::..

DREAM - Drowning frogs

I had some tiny brownish-grey frogs/toads. I had them in a jar and filled the jar with water, very high. A few of them clung to a branch in the jar that was poking out of the water, but the others were submerged. I was afraid they had drowned because they were making no attempt to rise to the surface to get air.

Posted by Ann on 10/24/02@09:00 AM CST ..::Link::..

Wednesday, October 23, 2002

DREAM - White Guilt

I think I was at a former place of work. There weren't too many people there, but I do remember some friends I went to high school with. They were having a lottery, and the prize was a used Cadillac. The lottery was being held in a large room like an auditorium, and the rules were if you left the auditorium, you'd be eliminated from the lottery. I didn't really care if I won it or not, but I heard these former high school friends talking and they were saying how they really wanted the car. Since these were people who were *given* cars by their parents in high school, and since I obviously got zilch from my parents (not to mention *charged* to drive their car), I felt I needed to win the car instead of them; it just wouldn't be right if they won it. They were talking about how one of them was going to win the car, and I responded by saying that I was going to stay put in the auditorium until I was the last one there, and I'd pee in my pants if I had to. There was a young black guy there, and for some reason I felt sorry for him because I knew he had less than I did (oh please, how bleeding heart liberal...I can't believe I'd dream something so PC like this), so I didn't mind if he won the car instead of me, but I wasn't going to let those spoiled white females get it.

Posted by Ann on 10/23/02@09:32 AM CST ..::Link::..

Tuesday, October 22, 2002

DREAM - Adventures with Johnny Depp

A quite complex dream; I can only recall parts.

I was in my parent's house, or so I thought. I notice that their neighbor's house is a two story instead of a one story ranch. Then I realize it's because I'm at my house instead. I can see people in that house, but I'm hoping they can't see me because I'm getting dressed.

I was with some people--going out to dinner. Later we came back to a house, which was sort of like the flat we lived at when we first moved to Madison. There's a party going on with the people who live upstairs. Although I think I was with Stan, I think he mutated into Johnny Depp. My parents were also in the house, but they were getting ready for bed. The lights were dim and we were watching a movie. Johnny/Stan and I were making out, oblivious to my mom's presence. Then, it seemed as if we were in the movie; the movie was with some guy with dark hair (but NOT Johnny) set against a green backdrop. He's talking to another guy who seems to be there, but isn't really. There's an Irish accent involved, ghosts, homosexual intonations, weirdness. Then I'm with Stan again, and he says that he needs to get something upstairs, but we're worried that the partying people have all gone to bed. Stan attaches ropes to me, and he runs up the stairs with me in tow. It's rather fun and I remark at his strength and ability to do this. We get upstairs and there are people still awake. We talk about food. I remember they give us some carrot-type dish, which I'm trying to throw down the toilet. It was most odd, and most complex, unfortunately I can't remember more.

Posted by Ann on 10/22/02@08:24 AM CST ..::Link::..

Monday, October 21, 2002

DREAMS - Fly Fishing and Schmoes

It's so good to catch up on sleep. Last night I slept especially well, and had some very odd dreams, which need a little background information first.

The Backgrounds:

1.) On our trip, I found out that Bill fly fishes. This seemed strange to me. (unless I think of it in terms of Bill being the Agent Cooper character in Twin Peaks fly fishing with Major Briggs). Stan and Bill also explained to me that fly fishing is not about hunting and gathering, it is about the art of standing in the water, tying flies...a Zen meditation thing. Bill says if he does catch a fish, he releases it, not eats it. I find this odd. I would eat it. I argued with Bill that he's hurting the fish by releasing it because it was caught on a hook (Bill's mostly vegetarian). He claims that fish don't feel the same way mammals do. I don't know, I still think it's hurting the fish, and if I were to catch a fish, I would consume it, not let it live with a hole in its mouth. While on the trip, Bill pondered what I said and is now having second thoughts about "torturing the fish" as he puts it. Evidentally, he's not very good of a fly fishermn, so he rarely does catch one, and it's a sport his grandfather practiced, so it's sort of like a family thing to him.

2.) For my parents' wedding back in 1960, they received a strangely shaped vase from some relatives?/friends?. They loved the vase and still display it in their living room (on the floor...I think it needs a better spot, but, what can I say?). The vase is approximately a foot high and if it were a person it would be rather pear shaped. Because of this shape, and because of the generation my parents were coming from, they nicknamed it "The Schmoo" which is based on some weird character thing from the old comic strip "Li'l Abner." Evidentally the vase was "schmoo-shaped." OK, this is outside of MY genertaion, but that's what I hear, anyway. Plus there was a M*A*S*H episode (closer to my generation) with Schmoos in it. Whatever. I know, that's weird.

Now, The DREAMs:

1.) Stan, Bill and I were in Chicago downtown by the waterfront around sunset. We were looking up at a large skyscraper. There was a man standing on a balcony who appeared to be throwing things into the lake. We were wondering what the heck was going on, wondering if it was a threat to society or something. We got closer to him, and I realized that he was fly fishing off of the balcony. I remember saying "Look, Bill, he's fly fishing." We had a laugh over that. Then I got separated from Stan and we were still on vacation. We were in a smallish town, and I found a grocery store where I thought I might find him. The store was open, but everyting inside was covered with sheets...they were doing some remodelling...and the lights were quite dim, so they really weren't open for business. I left and went outside and waited for Stan. I think I woke up.

2.) I was at my grandmother's old house in Racine *simultaneously* while I was at my parent's house in Colorado. In my grandmother's living room was this very tall (7 feet?) wooden sculpture that was called "The Schmoe" (not schmoo....schmoe.) It was most ominous. It had a head-like shape at the top, breast/torso shape and a fat butt-like shape. It was sort of like if a knight's armour was made out of wood and constructed for the female body type. It had carving and black lines on it, reminiscent of Northern Pacific Indian tribes' artwork. It was hollow so that a human could crawl inside of it. Then, at my parent's house, I was with Bill (I don't know where Stan was) and my mother was telling us that she'd like to bring The Schmoe up from the basement...I guess it had been in storage down there since they had moved my grandmother out to Colorado. I went downstairs with Bill and saw The Schmoe underneath the stairs in their laundry room. It was very creepy. I also found some old clothes of mine down there, specifically a faux leather skirt. I knew the skirt was too tight to fit in now, but I thought I'd try it on anyway so that I could look sexy for Bill.

Posted by Ann on 10/21/02@08:27 AM CST ..::Link::..

Sunday, October 20, 2002

DREAM - Materialistic Dickhead

I was with some jerk who was advocating the Rush Limbaughesque socio-economic Darwinism of how everyone should try to achieve the highest standard of living possible so that they can always buy new stuff, like cars. I started to debate him by saying that by us driving old, used cars and by keeping them running that we're being better for the environment by not contributing continuously to landfills. I also asked him why should I have to get a job that I absolutely hate just so that we could make slightly more money and have a new car (that we still wouldn't be able to afford). I was getting really mad at this idiot, but the thing is, I don't know if he was a friend, someone I used to work with, or some generic arse; I think he was probably a hybrid of all three.

Posted by Ann on 10/20/02@08:12 AM CST ..::Link::..
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