Saturday, March 2, 2002
Spaceship Pendant
In regard to my dream of March 1, here is the subject matter, recreated in Photoshop from (faulty?) memory:
I think the green gemstone used is tourmaline.
Heck, it was a dream...the gemstone could be Veridianite from the planet Xantar for all I know.
Posted by Ann @ 01:35 PM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM
I was at my parent's house, and I was sort of a hybrid of myself now, and a teenager. I think Stan was with me, and we had a new dog, a Saint Bernard puppy, of all things. The strange part was, is that we couldn't find Plato. I remember asking Stan, "Have you seen Plato?" Then I remember panicking, like he vanished, or ran away. While I was in their back yard playing with the new Saint Bernard, it bolted toward the gate, and escaped out an opening. I ran after it, hoping it wouldn't get hit by a car on the street. I got it back inside safely, and then the house and situation mutated. It didn't look like my parent's house anymore, and for some strange reason although I was on vacation, I had to go to school for a day. I don't remember the actual school part, but I do remember coming back home with a bunch of papers to fill out or homework to work on. I remember seeing a woman who I vaguely remember from high school; I think she was a year behind me and involved in theatre, but she looked a lot older than me. I'd totally forgotten about her until this dream. Strange. In the dream she said she hated high school, and for some reason even though she was in the same situation as the other people on vacation my dream, she didn't have to go; instead she attended something else during the day. I also remember something about a Menard's or a Home Depot store, and I remember sitting outside on a window ledge and leaving my shoes out there, and then having to retrieve them later. I was too scared to climb out onto the ledge again, so I tried to get them from another window that I thought would have closer access. Our neighbor down the street, Lyle was there; maybe I was in his house. I walked into a master bathroom-type room and opened the window to get the shoes. I also remember some other stuff about steel sinks and drains.
Posted by Ann @ 10:46 AM CST ..::Link::..
Friday, March 1, 2002
DREAM
I don't remember the first part of the dream, but I remember the later part. I was with some people, I don't know who they were. We were near an import store or something simililar that sold silver jewelry. I saw a silver pendant that was in the shape of a '50s flying saucer, and it had a big green eyeball gem in it. I had to have it.
Posted by Ann @ 08:42 AM CST ..::Link::..
Thursday, February 28, 2002
No, Mr. Governor, Sir, I'm afraid you are mistaken. YOU are the Dumb S.O.B.
Fenia has contributed a SQUARE jPEG to her main site.
Oh, and you must go read [spiraling] dreams, the latest addition to my ScreenDream webring. Lisa's dreams are absolutely hilarious.
Now lest anyone question why I can't stand the governor of my state, read this. Aw, poor widdle guv'nor was tired and hungwy and he wost his temper. Baby cusses when baby gets tired and hungwy. Poor widdle Scotty. Now I'm not a Bush fan, but at least Bush's gaffes and bloopers are due to ignorance/mental confusion/verbal dyslexia. McCallum's are just mean spirited. Get this guy out of here next election or I...I...I'm moving back to Colorado. No, I'd have to live in my parent's basement. Well get this guy out of here anyway or I'll...I'll...be really mad, dagnabbit.
Posted by Ann @ 12:00 PM CST ..::Link::..
DREAMs
I was in college and was either painting or printmaking. My hands and arms were covered in paint or printers ink. I had to go to another class, but if I took the time to wash my hands I'd be late. The other class was presided over by a professor who seemed Indonesian. He spoke with a thick accent and seemed very dictatorial in his approach to the students. Naturally, I didn't know any of the material, nor had I studied for it. We had a test, and it was taking him forever to hand out the tests. I was considering going to wash my hands while he was in the process of handing out the tests, but I decided to wait until he got to me. Then I told him my situation, and asked if I could be excused. I went to the restroom to wash the thick black ink off of myself. I was using Lava soap and was scrubbing so hard I thought I'd bleed, or at least be extremely chaffed. When I got back to the class, it seemed there was only about five minutes left in the class period to take the test. I was hoping he would give me some extra time because he took so long in distributing them. The tests were multiple choice, and one had to blacken in the corresponding elipse for the correct answer, except these elipses were raised embossed, i.e., they protruded above the paper plane, so blackening them in took extra effort and more time.
I can't remember the correct progression of dream sequences in the next one, but I'll try. I was in a room with a bunch of other people, some looking askance at me. The room was old, like it was built in the early 1900s or late 1800s. The building was old and made of brick or stone. I must have been at a meeting or something. I was waiting for my mom to come. When she finally appeared, she was the Queen of England (which is weird because sometimes my mom does remind me of QE2 even though she isn't English). The tone of the room was like, "Oh, I didn't realize your mother was Queen Elizabeth;" they then stopped viewing me suspiciously and then started fawning over me mum. I was walking around the room and there was a tall, blonde woman with short hair that kept staring at me. She gave me the creeps. For some reason, I suspected that she wanted to get me in bed. I was correct; she suggested a menage-a-trois with Stan and I. I said no. For some reason our bedroom was right there in that room. I went to bed but she got in it too. I was trying to get away from her. It was horrible, somehow we ended up having group sex (oh boy, here come the Google searches) and I was struggling to get out of it and so was Stan. Then somehow Tim ended up there too, even though I thought he was a character I invented. Each time I'd open my eyes, expecting to see the character (a subject of my figurative paintings and stories), Leon, but it'd be Tim. He started making fun of it...we'd close our eyes and open them together and then we'd scream when we saw eachother. I'm sure Tim didn't like being in bed with me anymore than I liked being in bed with him. At least we had a sense of humour about it. What was weird is that in the dream he had dark brown eyes; I think Tim has sort of bluish-hazel colored eyes, they're certainly not brown (he says his right eye is a different color from his left). Then everyone went away and I was the only one left. I looked out the window and saw people walking by on the street. Some would look at the side of the building where my room was and look worried, like there was something wrong with the building. I went outside to see what people were worried about. There was a woman there who seemed like she was from the Carribean; she had an accent. She told me to come with her, she seemed concerned like there might be trouble. She went back up the stairs of the building and into an alcove to use a payphone. I can't remember what happened after that.
Posted by Ann @ 10:03 AM CST ..::Link::..
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
Goodbye, little Monza
Today we said goodbye to an old friend, our 1977 Chevy Monza--or at least Stan said goodbye to it, I forgot and didn't remember until we drove off, which sort of left me feeling like I betrayed it. I bought it in 1985. It was in excellent condition and was the closest thing I could find to something Batmobilish. It made the long trip out to Wisconsin from Colorado, and most recently has been the car Stan used to commute in. In recent years I didn't like driving it; I felt safer in the van, as drivers like to dis low-to-the-ground cars more. Throughout the time I owned it, I had various people asking me if I wanted to sell it, naturally when I had no intention of selling it. It was sort of a car buff's car, with an 8 cylinder engine, all black interior and exterior. I didn't intentionally get a sporty car...it just happened. We did try to sell it in the late '90s after Stan inherited a car when his dad died, but to no avail--the Monza really needed a collector's forum showcase instead of ads in newspapers. And although three cars has come in handy at times when both of the other cars have been dead or being repaired, we really don't need three and find the constant "car shuffling" in our two-car parking space in back to be quite tedius. So we decided to donate it to a place called "Rawhide," specifically, "Rawhide Boy's Ranch" a place where wayward Wisconsin youths can go to learn things like car repair. Today we took the Monza to a local used car dealership that holds cars for Rawhide. We arrived at approximately 1pm, but the sign on the door said "Closed." I thought this odd; Stan had called before we took it over to check when we could deliver it. But they weren't closed. They were just dorks. When I mentioned that their sign said "Closed," one of the guys said "Oh, no wonder we didn't have any customers all day." In the background I could hear someone playing "Bejeweled" on their computer (ping! ping!). I was just rolling my eyes. This is what these guys do all day, forget to put up the "Open" sign, listen to bad schlock and roll radio stations, gab on the phone with their buds about going out to bars after work, and play computer games. It was so Beavis and Butthead Get Their First Real Job. After all the paperwork was filled out, I got out of there as soon as possible. In my haste, I forgot to say goodbye to my loyal car, my Batmobile, And now I feel bad.
Posted by Ann @ 04:49 PM CST ..::Link::..
DREAMs
I was traveling in the Colorado mountains with Stan, and possibly some other people but I don't know who. I remember we were staying at a cheap motel, but I wanted to stay at a nice motel with a swimming pool and hot tub, but it we had to go back "home" which I think was where we used to live in Fort Collins. It was sort of a neat dream, lots of scenery. It was one of those reocurring dreams, especially the park we visited looked so familiar from many dreams before.
For some reason our neighbor in back had Plato on a leash, even though I was there. It was like he was caring for our dogs because I couldn't because I was blind or something, even though I could see what was going on. Then he took Plato over to our neighbors' yard to visit their dogs, and Plato was amazingly well-behaved (so unlike the little brat). Hieronymus also got over there and I was trying to call him back into our yard, even though I wasn't supposed to be there (or was supposed to be blind)
Stan and I were in the audience in a theatre. I realized we were in the audience for the Grammy Awards (shyeah!) There was a guy sitting next to me who looked familiar. My legs were up, resting on the chair in front of me. The guy got up to leave, stepping all the way over my legs. I thought that it was weird that he didn't ask me to move them, because I would have. Then they made the annoucements for some of the new artists who had been nominated, and Hoopty was one of them. Then when the guy came back, I realized it was Hoopty, although he looked more like Billy Corgan. (This is the second time Billy Corgan has appeared in my dreams; last year his head was a superball) Then he asked me if I knew where someone was, and I didn't catch the name, so I asked him to repeat it and then he yells at me (as if I'm deaf!) "Do you know where GAYLE is?" (Who's Gayle?) I told him I didn't know, although in the dreamworld I "knew" who "Gayle" was, and she was the woman who used to sit in front of us in the theatre, as if it was a reocurring event that happened every night. Then I noticed that Stan was passing a piece of paper back and forth with a guy a few rows in back of him. I asked him kiddingly if they were playing "Exquisite Corpses" and he said "no." He also seemed unamused by my lighthearted comment...he was very serious. I looked at the piece of paper, and it was a translation from German to English of a name of some building in France (huh?). I remember the words "Sahr" or "Faber" with umlauts on the As. I looked at the guy he asked for a translation, and he was someone Stan used to work with at a former job who died about half a year ago or so. I then noticed Stan was trying to fill out an application for study abroad in France, that he had to fill out in French or Italian. I asked him, kiddingly again, if he got several copies of it in case he made a mistake, and he answered "oui." It freaked me out that he was seriously thinking of studying abroad, and I wondered what would become of our household and his income and our life together. I woke up with a start.
Posted by Ann @ 10:19 AM CST ..::Link::..
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
DREAM
I was on a bus in some city, which was either downtown Fort Collins (like the way it was before the mid-'90s) or my own neighborhood (Schenks-Atwood) in Madison. There were huge crowds in the street and on the sidewalks, and the bus was taking forever to move through the congestion. I finally got off at a major corner (either Mountain and College in Fort Collins or Atwood and Winnebago in Madison. I started walking on the west side of the street, but I found it hard going through the crowds. I thought I should go to a bank to deposit my check, but then it dawned on me that I no longer have an account at Columbia Savings and Loan (which isn't even in existence anymore in Fort Collins) or that I never had an account through First Federal in Madison. Weird how cities hybridize in dreams, and that you can sort of "overlay" certain parts of one city onto an area of another city and they sort of mesh.
Posted by Ann @ 09:01 AM CST ..::Link::..
Monday, February 25, 2002
DREAM
Stan and I were selected for some sort of panel, but I don't know what it was for. We had to sit in chairs on a stage with other people on the panel. People were starting to trickle into the audience. There were a couple young women who kept staring at and talking about Stan and I because we were new to the panel. I was quite annoyed by this and gave them dirty looks. Then I made some sort of motion with my nose and fingers implying they were being stuck up. Then they called me a whore and I said a really stupid thing "I was a virgin until I met my husband!" (Well, it's true, but it's still a stupid thing to say). I can't remember what became of that part of the dream, but I do remember assorted images, especially that of the I Love Lucy show. (what the?) Then I remember I was changing my clothes in a bathroom and accidentally dropped my leggings and underwear down the toilet. I don't think it was my bathroom, but I was concerned nonethless about plugging up the pipes. I asked someone for a plumber's snake so that I could pull my clothes out of the pipe. Somehow as I was doing this manouever, Plato appeared in the sewer pipe, so I was trying to not only pull clothes out of the pipe, but my dog as well. I was afraid that Plato was hurt, and I was hoping that I wouldn't hurt him more.
Posted by Ann @ 10:17 AM CST ..::Link::..
Olympicapocalpse Now
New SQUARE jPEG, Karen!
Did that Olympics Closing Ceremony stink or what? Or am I just getting old? No, KISS is getting old; I'm just becoming a curmudgeon. I liked the part where they spilled fluorescent paint on the ice. THAT was cool. Now that's an Olympic sport I could take part in. The rest of the music sucked toejam. Donnie and Marie? Oh puhlease. N'Stink or whatever they're called gave the lamest national anthem rendition I've ever heard. Manufactured groups like that make The Monkees look genuine.
Of course this is all just My Humble Opinion.
Stan said that we were Willard watching the USO show that we could care less about...all we wanted to do was go up the river on our mission.
Posted by Ann @ 09:52 AM CST ..::Link::..
Sunday, February 24, 2002
Sad
New SQUARE jPEG, Leann! She also has a page just for Wisconsin Blogs. That's been something I've been wanting to do for a long time, so I'm glad someone did because I know I'd never have gotten around to it!
I feel depressed. I don't know why. I feel that way frequently lately. Maybe it's because the Olympics are ending; you know how you settle into a comfortable routine and don't want to see it change? It's been that way with me lately watching the Olympics every night, and day, too, as I've been working on my metal/polymer tiles. Maybe because it's because my coleus plants, the ones I grew from clippings from our garden in the summer, are dying. Maybe because it's because I didn't eat any chocolate yesterday. Maybe it's just because.
Posted by Ann @ 12:49 PM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM
Stan and I were at Meininger's in Denver looking at art supplies, but it turned into sort of a jewelry shop. There was a table full of men's silver rings with semiprecious gemstones, many of which were a sort of garnet color, but only semi-clear, mostly mottled with other reddish tones. I asked a saleswoman what that gemstone was, and she said some word that I didn't recognize. I said. "Oh." And then she said something like, "it's a plastic vermiculite," or somesuch. There were also large uncut chips of it lying around on the table. I felt them; they didn't feel plastic, they felt like real stone, or at least glass or some kind of natural resin. Then I saw a ring that was very large, like the size of a small woman's foot. It was in the shape of a cicada or a beetle, with garnet eyes and moonstone/opalescent wings. I also saw another similar one, perhaps iolite eyes and abalone shell wings. I tried to get over to the side of the table where it was, but there was a large crowd of people near it looking at some sort of mummy exhibit and I had a hard time getting around them. I started saying things like "I have no interest in the mummy exhibit, I just want to get over by the table to look at the rings" so that they wouldn't think I was trying to cut in line or anything. When I finally got over by the ring, I picked it up to look at it, but it turned into sort of a tacky metal pencil holder.