Groggy & tired.

( Bitching & Whining )

I had a dream with dear  Harvey in it, last night.

He was wearing his hunter's red jacket, and he was looking quite healthy-- filled out, actually. More beefy than he ever was when I knew him. We were standing, waiting for something, and he said, "You know, you just can't let the truth go to waste. You just can't. Because sooner or later, you'll ( Read more... )

I dreamt about a rather intense, well-built bald man named Adam, who looked a bit like David Draiman. Most definitely "my" type of chap, who looked fairly gruff/rough. Adam was quite exhausted, and looking grim.
(What is it with me & bald men who are built like a brick shit house? I dunno. Go figure. Anyway).

( Dreamscape )

Had profound dreams about my brother, last night.

I woke up and was mostly functional (surprising), but was obsessed with finding my St. Nicholas necklace; it was not in the last place I put it. Found the necklace, went to go to work-- and a big-assed raptor was sitting on a branch of my olive tree:


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Strange. Fricking REALLY strange-ass dreams. Anybody want to interpret this one?

( The Dastardly Deeds. )

Dreamt of a calico cat with "blue" dottting the entirety of its fur, wearing a brass double-heart name tag that read "Bee Wee, "Richfield."
Two other cats were present, including another calico.

Bizarro: heirloom roses in Leif Erikson Park, Duluth MN are re-blooming. Read article online regarding Australian dust storm. Droughts galore...

Hmmmp.

"A sink without dirty dishes, and a clean bathroom."

Ooof. I thought I went to bed early enough, but at the moment I can't stop yawning. If I was given the opportunity to go back to bed & sleep until 1pm, I'd take it.

I dreamt of Ireland again. I was sitting on a cliff wall, with my feet tucked under my legs. I was listening to the faint-but- ( Read more... )

30 September, 2006: "Smother the Whisperer." I had just ditched my previous blog due to the unwelcome, destructive presence of a couple of readers; the former blog did not have the option to privacy-protect posts. The post was about my feelings about my marriage, at the time. The wheedling is as follows:

( The Whining Road )

   Didn't go to Transformers 2 last night,  d/t bad tum-tum from food. *sigh* Had to leave work early, it was so upsetting ( Read more... )

 Dreamt of so many bizarre, "not a normal me theme" things last night, I'm wondering What the Sam Hill I was up too, there. Arghhh, and now I have cricks in my neck ( Read more... )