azure cascade
my new favorite name. i asked patrick what he thought, and he replied, 'hippie'. i laughed.
two nights ago i had a very cinematic dream that took place in colonial days or some days in which girls wore aprons and petticoats over and under their calico dresses. the whole dream was in sepia tones. the police were after my best friend. he and i were eight or nine years old. he jumped through a window to escape the colonial cops. when the coast was clear, i went to find him. what i had thought was a window was actually a white wooden cabinet door. just one in a long row. i peeked in and a girl younger than i looked up at me. she was serious and sad. i went to the end of the cabinet row and entered her room. it split down the middle by a short wall. the two halves combined held what seemed like a few hundred toys. the girl played with none of them though. she just stared. i ran through the open door on the other side of her room and was suddenly being chased by a big woman who may or may not have been waving a rolling pin at me. i crawled underneath the floor of an animal-holding structure. it contained a number of cages with chickens and pigs in them. the crawlspace was only a few inches, but somehow the big woman managed to make it under. she couldn't crawl as far as i could though and i was soon safe. i made my way up into a chicken cage and planned to hang out with them until the woman gave up and left. as i sat in the cage, i watched a line of cows walk into a cage. no one was leading them. they walked on their own. at the end of the dream, i was reunited with my friend and we were in our early twenties. he sort of resembled chris burke (from conn, not from whs). i was happy to see him.
last night i dreamt that patrick broke up with me because i had had affairs with a bunch of different guys (why they were all guys is beyond me). one of them was named frank. apparently when i gave birth to a crack baby, that was the final straw. patrick took everything that was his, or even had anything to do with him, out of my room. he did the same to his own room. both spaces looked very white and bare. this cleansing process is kind of eternal sunshine-ish now that i think about it. anyway, before breaking up with me he had nominated me for president of the cc democrats and i had been elected. i was mad when i found out because i had no interest in the position. i'm not even a member of the cc democrats. heck, i'm not even a democrat.
in my next dream, i was sitting with a bunch of other girls in a semi-circle around one guy. he was asking us questions about the features, such as exterior paint color, we would want in or on a car. sarah trapido and i both said blue.
peace, love, colonial cops, and cascade cows.
two nights ago i had a very cinematic dream that took place in colonial days or some days in which girls wore aprons and petticoats over and under their calico dresses. the whole dream was in sepia tones. the police were after my best friend. he and i were eight or nine years old. he jumped through a window to escape the colonial cops. when the coast was clear, i went to find him. what i had thought was a window was actually a white wooden cabinet door. just one in a long row. i peeked in and a girl younger than i looked up at me. she was serious and sad. i went to the end of the cabinet row and entered her room. it split down the middle by a short wall. the two halves combined held what seemed like a few hundred toys. the girl played with none of them though. she just stared. i ran through the open door on the other side of her room and was suddenly being chased by a big woman who may or may not have been waving a rolling pin at me. i crawled underneath the floor of an animal-holding structure. it contained a number of cages with chickens and pigs in them. the crawlspace was only a few inches, but somehow the big woman managed to make it under. she couldn't crawl as far as i could though and i was soon safe. i made my way up into a chicken cage and planned to hang out with them until the woman gave up and left. as i sat in the cage, i watched a line of cows walk into a cage. no one was leading them. they walked on their own. at the end of the dream, i was reunited with my friend and we were in our early twenties. he sort of resembled chris burke (from conn, not from whs). i was happy to see him.
last night i dreamt that patrick broke up with me because i had had affairs with a bunch of different guys (why they were all guys is beyond me). one of them was named frank. apparently when i gave birth to a crack baby, that was the final straw. patrick took everything that was his, or even had anything to do with him, out of my room. he did the same to his own room. both spaces looked very white and bare. this cleansing process is kind of eternal sunshine-ish now that i think about it. anyway, before breaking up with me he had nominated me for president of the cc democrats and i had been elected. i was mad when i found out because i had no interest in the position. i'm not even a member of the cc democrats. heck, i'm not even a democrat.
in my next dream, i was sitting with a bunch of other girls in a semi-circle around one guy. he was asking us questions about the features, such as exterior paint color, we would want in or on a car. sarah trapido and i both said blue.
peace, love, colonial cops, and cascade cows.