meanmamma adores her spouse and offspring, barak obama, old roses, sweet potato latkes, trader joes coastal fume blanc, her book club, paris in any season, facebook word games, and is so very proud of her french scholar, her fulbright scholar, and her midway college student.....
meanmamma adores her spouse and offspring, barak obama, old roses, sweet potato latkes, trader joes coastal fume blanc, her book club, paris in any season, facebook word games, and is so very proud of her french scholar, her fulbright scholar, and her midway college student.....
Saturday, September 29, 2007
second-chance dreams....
ok,so.......for the past two mornings, the alarm has gone off as usual at 6:30, but i turned it off and went back to sleep til 8 because i had nowhere to be til 10 (friday), or nowhere to be at all (today).....and on both days i experienced the curiosity of second dreams.....yesterday's 6:30-8 am dream involved me driving a minicooper to a townhouse in london....and while i had the key for the mailbox, i couldn't find the key for the front door......how very strange...to have the mail but no place to put it once i retrieved it......this mornings dream is more detailed because i have it just at the tip of my consciousness: i was on a train going somewhere, and happened upon a girl from home that was once a bff...and she was telling me about going to hawaii with her sister....and then i started to collect my things for disembarking.....and i couldn't find my sweater.....and then i was in a vegas hotel room with a roommate i had never met before, who was recycling her empty champagne bottles in a box in the bathroom....and i specifically recall her pointing out this box and telling me not to put other trash in that box.....i do not recall her offering any champagne....and so i appear to be walking around vegas clutching a blackish tiny curly dog.......maybe a cockapoo?......and i have my picture taken with this dog...but when the photographer tells me he cannot print a photo with a dog in it...the dog kinda morphs into an asian/south american baby.......and i am photographed with this baby that i now explain to people is not mine....and that i want my dog back......and about the time i woke up i was trying to check to see if the photographer stole my wallet......no clue as to the dog's name.....
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