i am
tired. scattered. drained.
i believe that i have accomplished a few things in the past month but it may have all been a dream.
speaking of dreams - they are back! in full color! leaving all my senses screaming. Sometimes 6 months to a year will go by and I will not be able to remember my dreams then "Holy Calf Brains! where the hell did that come from?" A few weeks ago i dreamt that I was in a shack straight out of the John Waters flick Desperate Living ( remember the lady kills her husband and goes on the run with her maid - they end up in Mortville living behind some lesbian wrestler- ring a bell?) Anyway the shack was made of cardboard and old rotted wood - Chris from the baptist Generals was playing drums in the corner - he stopped for a second and put on a record. He said it was his favorite Journey song -"Flounder" yep he said "Flounder" it came out very slow and scary as if his mouth were filled with toxic marshmallows. I quickly went into another room and began putting makeup on some girl. That was a pretty alright dream, much better than the one I had last night- it was like I was playing a video game or something- I was trying to jump from one thing to another, but I kept falling down onto this mossy ledge (i don't know what else to call it) that looked like it would be thick and soft, but it hurt it like hell everytime. over and over and over again.
i can only hope tonight is better.
so...
I have a fashion show coming up in Dallas next week - I am afraid that it will look like it was thrown together overnight... in other words I am afraid it will look like what it is. But hey - maybe I will surprise myself - maybe I will have such a superb time that I will rip off my shirt and poor champagne all over myself. Maybe I will go on parade afterwords. Or maybe I will just go home and sleep - have wonderful dreams about ice skating through the magical garden to speak with Mr. T ( http://www.stupid.com/stat/TCHI.html ). Maybe he will tell me why we are all here and give me the recipe for Tiramisu.
Tiramisu I Love You
i believe that i have accomplished a few things in the past month but it may have all been a dream.
speaking of dreams - they are back! in full color! leaving all my senses screaming. Sometimes 6 months to a year will go by and I will not be able to remember my dreams then "Holy Calf Brains! where the hell did that come from?" A few weeks ago i dreamt that I was in a shack straight out of the John Waters flick Desperate Living ( remember the lady kills her husband and goes on the run with her maid - they end up in Mortville living behind some lesbian wrestler- ring a bell?) Anyway the shack was made of cardboard and old rotted wood - Chris from the baptist Generals was playing drums in the corner - he stopped for a second and put on a record. He said it was his favorite Journey song -"Flounder" yep he said "Flounder" it came out very slow and scary as if his mouth were filled with toxic marshmallows. I quickly went into another room and began putting makeup on some girl. That was a pretty alright dream, much better than the one I had last night- it was like I was playing a video game or something- I was trying to jump from one thing to another, but I kept falling down onto this mossy ledge (i don't know what else to call it) that looked like it would be thick and soft, but it hurt it like hell everytime. over and over and over again.
i can only hope tonight is better.
so...
I have a fashion show coming up in Dallas next week - I am afraid that it will look like it was thrown together overnight... in other words I am afraid it will look like what it is. But hey - maybe I will surprise myself - maybe I will have such a superb time that I will rip off my shirt and poor champagne all over myself. Maybe I will go on parade afterwords. Or maybe I will just go home and sleep - have wonderful dreams about ice skating through the magical garden to speak with Mr. T ( http://www.stupid.com/stat/TCHI.html ). Maybe he will tell me why we are all here and give me the recipe for Tiramisu.
Tiramisu I Love You