I wish I could remember how I got roped into helping Stephen Colbert and Tom Baker as the Doctor put on their little play, but I did in my dream. I stood off stage and watched Stephen do his usual show from his famous "C" desk. Half way through one of his monologues, The Doctor (with a grey-headed Baker in the role - not white haired as the actor ( Read more... )

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Last night's dream: Hubby and I are living in a half-way house in Portland. His mother is coming to visit. We try to clean, but you really can't clean up all the ex-junkies and ex-cons you live with. Luckily, my son calls to say his roommate's going out of town and we can stay there with grandma. BOOM! We're packed and gone. We meet his ( Read more... )

I dreamt I went to see a play: William Shakespeare's "As You Like It" only it was performed by all these secondary cartoon characters. In the middle of the theater seating was a pirate ship, where you could sit and watch the play. Everyone was racing towards it. As I walked the spiral to avoid the crowded gang plank, I watched a guy throw his ( Read more... )

Early this morning, I dreamt of Jack. I was in a conference room made up of frosted glass walls with shiny wooden pillars. The conference table matched the wood in the pillars, bowing out in the middle to make an odd, almost oval shape. A young woman I didn’t recognize brought her to the side door. She ran around tot me at the head of the table ( Read more... )

My subconscious knows of my dyslexia. I don’t know why I never noticed this fact before, but last night’s dream was a dozy ( Read more... )

Let's see:  I have dripped my snack on my day planner (soy sauce cannot be cleaned from paper).  I dropped yogurt on an important e-mail (that was cleaned).  Plus, I had something on my shirt that I'm not sure where it came from - it's dry.  I was able to pick it off.

It's not quite a typical Monday as I'm still half in dream.  I dreamt of Captain ( Read more... )

Lolly, I had the weirdest Hank and Sitri dream last night. You were Sitri, of course, and I was Hank, but neither of us looked like Angeline. We were us, other than the fact that you were blond ( Read more... )

I went to bed last night and to sleep last night at 9:00 PM.

I am a sad person. I blame my job.

I am old. It was bound to happen.

*sighs* Even my subconscious isn't applying itself. I dreamt of Pushing Daisies all night long.

I want pie. Damn you, not just any ol' pie. Zombie fruit pie like on that show.