Saturday, February 9, 2002
DREAM
I was in a building/house that was being remodelled. There was a woman who was doing some work on the exterior and she was looking in the window and talking to me. I think this was the same person who was in my dream the previous night (the one who was adopting the bratty kid). I have no idea who this person is. She reminded me a little bit of someone I knew from grad school, but younger and not quite as large. No one I know, anyway...sort of bland looking, large boned, average height, above average weight, light brown hair. Later in the dream, I was walking outside on a prairie in a rather arid area, like Colorado or the southwest somewhere. I was thinking that the place could use some water, lakes, something, and then it would be like my ideal dream where I'm walking in a prairie or mountain valley and come across a warm body of water with water life--fish, frogs, etc. Then, mud puddles started appearing in the prairie. I looked in the first two mud puddles, but they were void of life. The last mud puddle had small fry in it. I sat down on the ground and put my feet in the mud puddle. I was thinking that this was so much like my reocurring dreams where I am wading in water with frogs and fish. The water was warm and the tiny fish were swimming around them. I thought this was wonderful. It's so weird how when you're dreaming you don't realize it's a dream...you think it's really happening, and when you start to have a reocurring dream, you think that it's reality imitating dreams, whereas it's just another dream.
Posted by Ann @ 08:47 AM CST ..::Link::..
Friday, February 8, 2002
DREAMS
Disturbing dreams. Stan and I were arranging an adoption for some woman (I don't know who). We presented her with a male child about two years old. This was not our child, but some third party's...we were just the intermediaries. We told her that she could take the child home with her, and that if she didn't like it, she could return it. I thought the child was a brat, personally. He was more interested in me than in his possibly future parent, but maybe that was because I was smiling at him, trying to get him to open up. It was very forceful and kept hitting me with a stick. He also wanted to look inside my ear. Then his "mother" was explaining to me that if I wanted to breastfeed a child, I had to condition my nipples to get them used to it, so she started kneading my nipples like small bits of modeling clay until they started coming apart. It was absolutely horrible. In another dream later, I dreamt that Stan, Tim and I were at the University near the (in)Humanities building. Tim told us he had to take care of something in the building, and that we should wait for him outside. Stan and I got in our car and started driving around the intersection of University and Park, looking out for Tim to emerge from the building. When we finally saw him, Stan said he was hungry and wanted to eat at Student Union. I thought this odd. I also had another dream where I was really mad at someone and woke up crying and screaming, but I don't remember what it was about.
Posted by Ann @ 09:09 AM CST ..::Link::..
Tuesday, February 5, 2002
Whatever
Rented the third Godfather last night and watched the first half of it. I forgot to add Andy Garcia to my list below. :-) (Yum.) Paused it at 9:30 to watch this continuing series "Dream House" on HGTV. Real life plot involves an architect, Bruno, who has been trying to restore an old blacksmith house he bought in Columbia, Maryland, for the past 16 years. His neighbors are jerks in my opinion, as they're taking him to court because it's not been completed. I guess his neighbors have never had to do something themselves and work jobs while trying to complete a home restoration. Neither are they artists who want to do something with their own artistic vision and don't want to or can't afford to contract it out to a third party. Poor Bruno, I can sympathize.
Face is clearing up gradually. Do you know how hard it is not to eat chocolate? I'm dying here...
Not having much luck remembering my dreams lately...all I can recall is I think our friends Lamya and Russ were going out to eat or something with Stan and I, but I forgot most of it.
As far as everything looks now, we have the closing on the 12th, our anniversary. I wonder how significant that is. That day will definitely be sushi-worthy. Fortunately, I don't break out from sushi.
Posted by Ann @ 09:50 AM CST ..::Link::..
Sunday, February 3, 2002
Weekend Recap (I couldn't think of a clever title...sorry)
Yes, I remember my dream, but I'm not telling it here because it was rather nasty. And that's all I'll say.
Since this was Stan's weekend of the tiring early shift, and because I did a REALLY STUPID THING this past week eating way more much chocolate than I should have and consequently broke out in chocolate zits all over my face (it looks like measels...I'm temporarily hideously deformed), we decided it would be best to just stay at home and take it easy, as he's too tired to do much, and I'm too ugly to be seen in public (people would scream). Stan rented The Godfather I & II (III was already rented). We've seen them all before, but it's quite timely as Stan is attempting to teach himself Italian as he's researching his biological heritage, part of which is Sicilian.
With Diane Keaton for Stan, and Pacino and DeNiro for me, I'd say we're both pretty happy. :-D