Odd dreams last night that I'm struggling to remember ( Read more... )

It may have been because there was talk of ghosts last night at the Zen center ( Read more... )

I ate a little too much seafood in cooking class last night, and found myself a little queasy just before going to bed. Last night was fried calamari, oysters on the half shell, and bouillabaisse (i.e. fish stew ( Read more... )

The most elaborate follies were going on in my dream. Rapid-fire, scene after scene, were some kind of hi-jinx, celebratory of the results of the last presidential election--or at least so it seemed. It all felt very 2-D, like something from the Marx Brothers or The Three Stooges, except in color. Fidel Castro was somewhere in there towards the ( Read more... )

A large valley, distant mountains tracing the horizon with a crisp, craggy edge. We were farming--or was it building? Areas marked out, the brown ground dotted with splotches of color where charges were placed. I walked across one set to go off in seconds without fear of harm, but quickened my pace. I was carrying an unknown burden in my arms ( Read more... )

One of our clients had performed a really bad remodel on a building we had designed for them, so we were asked to come back and repair the building. My coworker was looking at some plans. We were in a car, or maybe a pickup truck, and pulled up in front a dilapidated structure, turquoise in color. "Is that it?" I asked. "No," said my coworker ( Read more... )

For the second time that I can recall, I had a dream which involved pieces of hardware in someone's mouth. Except this time, it was a friend, and instead of drywall screws, it was a door hinge. Its fulcrum was set in place of the foremost incisors, with the wing plates extending back in a v-shaped line where his upper teeth should have been. In ( Read more... )

Golden brown, silky-haired sheep, with large, intelligent eyes and perfect horns in the form of a lopsided S-a large curl at the top, transitioning into a small reversal at the bottom. I first mistook them for goats. Their countenances I registered as distinctly German--maybe it was the eyes. There was a community keeping them-a quaint group of ( Read more... )

I cried quite a bit during my second acupuncture session today. Not really sobbing or anything, but a constant weepy trickle--that is, until my friend the acupuncturist said I should just let it out instead of holding it in. There wasn't any one thing that was triggering the emotion--it really seemed to be everything at once--an accretion of ( Read more... )

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