I am not good at guessing. Whenever someone tells me a shaggy-dog story that ends with "and guess who it was?" I am going to get it wrong ( Read more... )

Current conditions as of 12:55 pm EDT
Fair -- Feels Like: 97°Riley, we are not going outside to play. We are staying indoors where the air isn't insane. We can go out later once there's several degrees of longitude between us and the sun. Squeak the toys at me as much as you want, I don't care, we are not going outside. This is the time in ( Read more... )

There's a house at the end of the world. There are other houses visible from the roof, which is railed and made to walk on, but all of those houses are slowly fallng apart. The city left behind is an old-fashioned place of cobblestones and gables and shingles, hundreds of years older than the metropolises I usually dream about. The city, too, is ( Read more... )

I'm driving along the coast, in a red convertible Ferrari - this thing looks more like a Cadillac really, but in the dream we all refer to it as a Ferrari so that is what it is. I've got two friends with me, and for whatever reason they've decided to go along on the ride. I think they don't want to pass up the chance of a day-trip in a Ferrari ( Read more... )

I keep having dreams about movies I've watched recently. This time it was Metropolis, which I've finally gotten around to seeing. (And have fallen madly, stupidly, crazily in love with.) Better that than Jaws, eh?

This one I've only got fragments of; I'll give you what I can.

( Close your eyes and begin to relax... )

I just remembered the dream my phone woke me from. I had taken oregoonie and piperrhiannon out to the swamp to see the cranes. Not sandhill cranes, though I love those, and now I think about it they weren't whooping cranes either. These were taller than me, and pure white, with naked masks of black flesh around their eyes. Their beaks were black too, and short, more ( Read more... )

Dream: Dave decides he is buying a new house and wants me to help him pick one out ( Read more... )

Colby just called at oh three forty five and woke me up, and I'm thrilled he did, because what the hell is with my brain? I was having this wiggy dream.

( So I'm gonna try to write it down. This dream, she be loooong. )

I just remembered one of my dreams last night. In it, I had been mistakenly declared dead -- I was off traveling and forgot to phone home, something like that. Anyway, I got declared dead, and there was a little plot with a tombstone and an urn in the ground that had ashes in it, somewhere off in the armpit of Polk County where everyone else in ( Read more... )

Very vivid dreams last night. So much so, I was confused when I woke up, because the shift between them was just too sudden.

Last few days, really.

It's disconcerting.