Saturday, December 14, 2002
Saturday the Fourteenth
I just noticed I didn't post anything on Friday the Thirteenth. Odd. Doesn't that rather go against my purported old goth persona?
Posted by Ann on 12/14/02@09:24 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM - Dumb Underwear
I was in a department store, looking at underwear, undergarments and clothes in general. Nothing thrilled me. The underwear was stupid styles. Clothes looked dumb. I couldn't find anything I would want to wear. Stan, who was trying to help me find something suitable, even started taking the standpoint of the sales woman who was trying to help me out, and that was 'well, you better settle on something because this is just the way styles are nowadays, so live with it.' Not a good dream.
Posted by Ann on 12/14/02@09:17 AM CST ..::Link::..
Thursday, December 12, 2002
A rather humorous account of how slow I can be sometimes. JUST the other day did I realize the sexual double entendre of the rooster that Kramer had that he named 'little Jerry.' I've seen that episode how many times? Sometimes I can be incredibly slow.
Posted by Ann on 12/12/02@10:09 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM - Portrait of the Dreamer as a Young Art Student
It's unfortunate that I can't remember more of this dream because I think I was having a lot of fun. I remember something about being in my parent's front yard, Stan was there too, but I just forgot. I also remember something about being out of town from Madison and being in a motel in some small Wisconsin town, but again, I forgot a lot of it. The part I do remember a bit more of was I was with Lamya and another woman who I think was Susan Schauer, but I can't remember exactly. It was like 1983...we were all still young/early 20s. We were running around on a playground and doing fake pirhouettes as if we were ice skaters. I was the life of the party and talking about things like immitation fabrics and what people from the past would think if they got in a time machine and found polyester and nylon. It was like I was drunk and being witty, but I can't remember the exact witticisms...you know how that is in a dream, and if you actually could remember precisely what was said, it wouldn't be all that funny anyway, but it was in my sleeping state. I was also talking about some artist or musician or someone who was associated with Warhol. I specifically mentioned 'they were one of those Factory people...' and the persons I was with, Lamya and ?Susan? didn't know what I meant by Factory, and I thought this odd for art students.
Posted by Ann on 12/12/02@08:38 AM CST ..::Link::..
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
DREAM - Dog and Cat
It was one of those warmish, cloudy days in winter. Stan and I were outside working on the house/gardens. Our neighbor was outside too, and he had a dog which sort of looked like Plato, except the snout was larger, like some other kind of 'non-Boston' type of Terrier, although he swore it was a Boston Terrier. He also had a tiny puppy that looked related to his other dog. He was talking about how he was going to have a tv series about his (older) dog and it would be aired on 'Animal Planet.' His dog would be called 'Daisy.' There were some camera people milling around his yard, and I thought it would be kind of neat to have our house appear in some episodes, but I was worried that it might come off looking in bad shape. I didn't have the heart to tell him that there already was a Canadian-made show called 'Pet Project' about a Boston Terrier named Daisy that aired on The Animal Planet back in the '90s. I asked him what about the little puppy, why they couldn't make a show about the puppy as well. He said it was because the puppy couldn't act. Then he or his wife said something about there being a cat in the road that was hurt. I turned to look, then started to walk to the edge of our yard because I heard it crying. I was limping, my leg or foot hurt for some reason. There was a cat in the middle of the street. It looked like it had been hit by a car, its leg was askew and a bone was poking out. I headed inside to make a call to the humane society, then I woke up.
Posted by Ann on 12/11/02@08:47 AM CST ..::Link::..
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
DREAM - Confusion
1.) Kind of vague. I think I was in downtown Fort Collins, around Mountain Ave., alone, in the cold. For some reason, I got into a cab to take me to a doctor's appointment. It was at the Dean Clinic in Madison, but in the dream I wanted them to take me to somewhere around Prospect and College. A guy got into the cab with me and he started talking to me and I told him about my doctor's appointment, and that I had to have some operation (?!). He was younger than me...not my type...very clean cut, white, American, yuppie and uninteresting, preoccupied with materialism. I couldn't tell if he liked me or if he just found me a novelty to talk to. The cab driver, an older black man, drove us by the place where I needed to be let off at, but I stayed in the cab, heaven knows why. Then when we got to the place where the young yuppie needed to be let off at, the yuppie tipped him four dollars on a $1.25 fare. ($1.25 fare? what year is this?) I told the cab driver where I needed to go to, but he kept staring at the money given to him and then he said something like 'don't rush me, I'm really confused now...no one's ever tipped me this much before.' It was odd.
2.) I was online visiting some message board...like the Cyber Crew or something similar (web-design-related, not music-related). Someone posted a message and claimed to be Roger Waters. I was thinking, 'that's not Roger Waters, it can't be. Someone did this on purpose to f**k with MY head.' No one on the message board knew who (the real) Roger Waters was either, to add to the bizarreness of the whole thing. I was going to post something in response, but I woke up.
Posted by Ann on 12/10/02@11:07 AM CST ..::Link::..
Monday, December 9, 2002
DREAM - Invisible Again
I remember houses, buildings...certain reoccurring images inside of old houses, like my grandparents' house, fabricated to create a new dreamlike image that I've been having lately. Nothing too concrete. The only part I really remember was getting into our van. We had an aquarium in back, and I was messing with the aquarium. Stan was outside and looking for me. He couldn't find me, and he had the cellphone so he was trying to call me, but because we only have one cellphone, that didn't work too well. I was yelling outside 'Stan! Stan! I'm here!' But he didn't hear me.
Posted by Ann on 12/09/02@09:05 AM CST ..::Link::..
I am sorry, the State says we can't have sex.
I was dozing in and out of sleep this morning when I thought I heard the most absurd thing on the radio. Some Republican was being interviewed...someone from Wisconsin, I think. And he mentioned something about a 'State sponsored mandatory abstinence before marriage program.' Now I'm not positive if the 'mandatory' part was in there, but WTF? Even so, WTF? I simply couldn't believe my ears. State-sponsored abstinence? WTF? WTF? Stepford Fiancees... Nazi... Fascist... Big Brother... Breeding Program... Bull Pens...
I am so scared.
Posted by Ann on 12/09/02@08:59 AM CST ..::Link::..
Sunday, December 8, 2002
Naked Ann Dream
I my dream Ann was naked and asleep, and she wouldn't wake up. I had clothes on and was carrying her around in a yard with lawn, trees and a picket fence. We were in a strange place and I had no idea on how to get home, but I thought we should go inside the house to get out of the yard. The house had no furniture inside, but had wall to wall carpeting everywhere. It was a kind of Alice in wonderland house with half of the rooms normal sized and the other half shrunken down to be too small for people. Ann still didn't wake up but at least we were inside where strangers couldn't see us.
Then the dream changed, and suddenly we were in a car. It was a european style car with the driver side on the right, and I was driving this car on the right side of the road. There was a very large turtle by the road, and I tried to wake Ann up so she could see it. She didn't look at the turtle, but woke up and told me that she knew about the turtle. Then she gave me a long sexy deep kiss, and I thought to myself while she kissed me - that she loved me a lot. Then the dream ended.
Posted by Stan on 12/08/02@10:07 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM - Menage a Trois
Had this dream occurred years earlier, I would've been thrilled beyond belief. However, it's long past overdue and currently doesn't have any meaning for me. I am very good friends with the subject, and sometimes I feel we are psychically (Stan and Tim have proof of this) connected, however any other feelings have now long disappeared on my part, and if there ever were any on his part, I am not aware of it. As such, I will not even use his name, even though I have used it in the past. Just in case he reads it, which I doubt he ever will.
I was lying in bed with Stan and Xxxx was in bed with us, and he was massaging my breast. I felt the need to reciprocate, so I started rubbing his leg. I was worried of what Stan would think. After I started rubbing Xxxx's leg, he stopped touching me, as if he realized what he was doing and he felt it was wrong. Very weird dream.