:: anne in the attic ::

Create Your Own Countdown

:: Tuesday, March 04, 2003 ::

Well, my partner has been off on a trip, so I have been kind of a bachelor(ette) -- y'know, eating pizza, leaving the dishes until morning, not folding my laundry, that sort of stuff. I had a surprise day off yesterday, which was cool -- I tackled some of the more engaging (and this means, of course, more enjoyable, too, right?) chores like "G.I.-ing" the bathroom and pruning the yard foliage down to naked sticks. Only now I need a truck to haul away all of the debris.

Dreams have returned to me, it seems. I think they disappear when I'm sleep-deprived for long periods, but now I must be getting the rest I need, because they're back. I had another dream about the choir members. This time we were all sharing a house down in New Orleans for Mardi Gras (which is today -- how timely, only this dream occurred a few nights ago). I was outside in front of the house trying to get back in, but I didn't have a key. Most of the choir members were gone, downtown at the celebration. Then two of the choir members (one of them a director) pulled up in their van -- they were just leaving, too. I asked for a key, and the choir director placed five guitar picks in the palm of my hand and told me that, using those, I could find a way to get back into the house. Then they left. Hmm. And dangit, I didn't remain asleep long enough to see exactly how that could be done. That would have been cool. Well, my brain was responsible for the dream, so I would imagine it would have worked out some sort of solution, as it has in the past. The ideas that sometimes surface in my dreams can only be described as bizarre. Once I wrote a paper (in a dream) on the death inherent in Susan Sontag's photography. I can still remember a couple of physics diagrams (two of them I have written down in one of my journals somewhere) from the series of physics dreams I had for a couple of years. Then there are the music dreams, which come in all manners and shapes. And the rest of them are usually teeming with interpersonal dynamics, implications and such. I remember once in a dream, my mother had bought me a car as my inheritance (a teal-colored Saturn... ew) and gave my brother the house. I was mad because I thought she got it backwards, but in reality it was I who created the dream backwards like that. I think I most enjoy the quality of dreams that allows me to explore situations without real consequences. In the many flying dreams I have had, I have definitely had my share of crack-ups, but never seem to suffer any kind of physical infirmities or pain. That's pretty neat.

:: Anne 5:06 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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