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Last night before going to bed, I finished watching a documentary about Annie Liebowitz, the American photographer who earned her fame as chief photographer for Rolling Stone magazine. Later in her career, she moved to Vanity Fair magazine, and she is also known for her fantastical portraits of celebrities ( Read more... )

Somehow I slept in this morning, missing both of the alarms that I have set for myself. So since I'm not at church like I'd wanted to be, I'm reading and singing and listening to solid music here at home. Hah, this after a discussion with Gerry last night about how he misses church. It's a humbling thing for me, putting me in my place, eh ( Read more... )

The memory of last night's dream faded somewhat in all the excitement of seeing those hot air balloons go past my balcony. Here's what I can still piece together ( Read more... )

"Paris Hilton Had Sex With Aliens" -- favorite email spam title yet! My word.

Last night I dreamed that it was time for chippa's little girl, Avery, to take a nap. She was a tiny thing! We got her ready for bed, and then I carried her around the side of house to place her on an outdoor bunk-bed sleeper contraption that my brother had built out of reeds ( Read more... )

Last night, I dreamed that I was a Marine -- even though nobody addressed me as such, and we weren't in a war or training or anything I sort of "knew" it. The forest digi-cams I wore all the time also kind of confirmed it. All sorts of interesting things happened in the dream, but I woke up an hour late and wasn't able to write them down ( Read more... )

Parts of my dreams last night were really vivid! I dreamed I was the bride in a wedding ... the ceremony happened in the dream but I forgot it as soon as we left the location ( Read more... )

In a dream last night, I was walking through an apartment complex when I heard Andrae Bocelli singing in one of the apartments above me. I decided to snoop, and so climbed the stairs and hunted around until I found his apartment. I managed to get in the front door, and then I spotted him alone in a side room wearing studio headphones and singing ( Read more... )

I wandered into a James Bond story in my dream last night. Daniel Craig was Bond, Angelina Jolie was the Bond girl, and who knows what part I was playing! I only encountered Bond and the girl once, and as the story line was supposed to follow them and not me, I had no clue of the plot or my purpose within it ( Read more... )

I dreamed last night that I was casting out demons and demonic spirits. Not out of people, but out of buildings and rooms that I was in. At times it was so terrifying that I lost my voice and my strength, and my legs would go weak and I'd barely be standing. But I kept praying in my spirit and kept my mouth moving even though the words were barely ( Read more... )