Saturday, April 23, 2005
to sleep...perchance to dream....
ok, so i slept 2 full hours past the time that a) i usually get up to get ready for work and b)past the time that my spouse got up to run......there is something intrinsically delicious about being able to roll over and go back to sleep...especially so fi the day is rainy and cold......and the dreams one has in those interludes tend to be crazy.....this installment was about me visiting my first ever boyfriend and his current wife and family (current is the wrong word...he has been married as long as i have....)and yet in the dream he asked me why i was still wearing his wedding ring.....like we had been married and divorced...and that i had failed to move on.....and the dream had something crazy to do with him not being able to get his telephone connected because he still owed me alimony (which is really wild because i can't see me every accepting such go-away payments....)and at some point i was taking the red nail polish off of my toes.......like that had enything to do with the storyline......and my estranged sibling was in the dream...something about how this person could get away with anything.....i must explain, for the record, gentle readers that much as i was fond of this person......and much as i mourned for far too long when he dropped me for my best friend......i cannot believe that i really hold deepseeded regrets for the loss of that relationship......not when our breakup eventually led to me meeting my own special spouse.......i have long fantasized about running into said ex-bestfriend...and thanking her......she used to be a red-head.....and by now she could have snow white hair......redhair tends to fade quicker than darker hair.....that would be good for my ego......curious details....in my dream the new wife was talking about ann coulter was a bleached-blonde, boney, cigarette smoking poster girl for all that is wrong with america........now that is something we can all come together over.........
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