If you've ever seen the 38 state map of the U.S., know that's kind of what happened in my dream last night, except there were now 57 states. There was a zeitgeist of bravery, optimism, and determination in both dreams, and in retrospect, I am amazed that a theme from one dream carried over to the second one so smoothly. I wonder what it would take ( Read more... )

Just before bed last night, I found and killed a very small roach crawling on the bathroom floor. Bleugh. Our house isn't that dirty! I think that the wet, relatively cool weather we've had this year and the mild winter contributed to making DFW more habitable to them (and mosquitoes). Still: gross ( Read more... )

I had two dreams I remember from last night - one messed up, one awesome. ( Cut for who cares! )

I had an awkward but nice chat with the check-out girl at Kroger about the Newman's Own ginger mints I purchased and the crappy reusable grocery bags sold at Tom Thumb. She reminds me of a quirky girl who went to my college, which just makes me wonder how many women who look a lot like me and share a couple of my same interests (reusable bags, ( Read more... )

( I am borg? )

Heh. My boyfriend and my little brother, plus my little brother's friends, are playing Gears right now. It's a little surreal to hear my boyfriend tell me one of my childhood friends says hello ( Read more... )

( Fewer home invasion dreams, please! )

Since I do stir in the mornings before my alarm for a number of reasons, I have started remembering a lot of my dreams of late. ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning as the result of a dream about being a college professor taking a competence exam with a crayon. Then, unrelated to that, I was part of a CSI body-discovery scene in which the outline of a woman's head wound was completely clear on a wall, as though there'd been a nuclear explosion that imprinted the shadow of her hair and ( Read more... )

I woke up from a dream last night (I guess when my boyfriend came back to bed from insomniacking all over the house) and tried somewhat incoherently to tell Dr. B. about it. In the dream, a group of people were attempting to communicate with me, but the words we were all saying were not making sense. These may have been intelligible words, but ( Read more... )