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so kate (not suicidegirl kate) called this morning and woke me up & asked what kind of dreams i was having, which was awesome because i remembered them.
1) she and i went to visit my family's house, and it was being remodeled completely -- the entire place was covered by white tarp, and was being torn down and rebuilt one room at a time. we had to climb over a fence, and the only part that was accessible (due to we couldn't get past the tarping) was what used to be the deck and was now a little zen garden, and there was a bit with stairs that went underground. we could hear somebody working there, so we started walking around the other way and ran into my dad and he talked to us for a bit, with a big, knowing smile on his face.
2) i was on a road trip with a lot of people -- some of kate's friends, some of mine, and kate. the place we were was simultaneously Kingston Springs, TN, Woodstock, NY, and Burlington, VT. we were staying overnight at my friend Catherine's parents (of whom only one is actually alive, and she lives in one of the Carolinas). we went to a store that was like a little giftshop kate & i went to in VT, but it was more like the LLBean store in Freeport, ME... why my dream was all over the East of the States, I don't know. But it was split into numerous rooms, all connected with stairs, and I remember what I was most interested in was making sure I'd seen all the rooms, but I kept having to stop because I was looking for souvenirs. The people who ran it were slightly off, especially the owner's old mother, who was some type of crone.
Kate had actually called to tell me it snowed up there. She didn't rememebr her dreams.
I woke up talking to the teddy bear that Kate left with me when she went away. I've named it either Mikey or Mickey now. I named it Mikey after Mike Wazowski's bear on Monsters, Inc., but have taken to actually calling him mickey because I have a good friend named Michael and that's just too weird to keep saying.
Also, I woke up with Toxic stuck in my head. I've never even heard the Britney Speares song -- I have it stuck in my head because my boss at work as that set as the ring on her phone and I hear THAT a dozen times a night.
but actually "toxic" is among my favourite words. I think it entered my regular vocabulary once Tony Soprano asked all throughout the 4th season, "What am I, some sort of toxic person?" I like the idea of a toxic person. I can identify with that.
I came over to the computer and looked to my right, and saw a stack of CDs -- the stack that I've been looking for for months. Just sitting there. It's got my Portishead CDs, My NIN Still CD, and my Harvey Danger and Fiona Apple CDs. And it's been right next to the stack that I looked through over and over again for months.
Still can't find TMBG Flood, though.
so kate (not suicidegirl kate) called this morning and woke me up & asked what kind of dreams i was having, which was awesome because i remembered them.
1) she and i went to visit my family's house, and it was being remodeled completely -- the entire place was covered by white tarp, and was being torn down and rebuilt one room at a time. we had to climb over a fence, and the only part that was accessible (due to we couldn't get past the tarping) was what used to be the deck and was now a little zen garden, and there was a bit with stairs that went underground. we could hear somebody working there, so we started walking around the other way and ran into my dad and he talked to us for a bit, with a big, knowing smile on his face.
2) i was on a road trip with a lot of people -- some of kate's friends, some of mine, and kate. the place we were was simultaneously Kingston Springs, TN, Woodstock, NY, and Burlington, VT. we were staying overnight at my friend Catherine's parents (of whom only one is actually alive, and she lives in one of the Carolinas). we went to a store that was like a little giftshop kate & i went to in VT, but it was more like the LLBean store in Freeport, ME... why my dream was all over the East of the States, I don't know. But it was split into numerous rooms, all connected with stairs, and I remember what I was most interested in was making sure I'd seen all the rooms, but I kept having to stop because I was looking for souvenirs. The people who ran it were slightly off, especially the owner's old mother, who was some type of crone.
Kate had actually called to tell me it snowed up there. She didn't rememebr her dreams.
I woke up talking to the teddy bear that Kate left with me when she went away. I've named it either Mikey or Mickey now. I named it Mikey after Mike Wazowski's bear on Monsters, Inc., but have taken to actually calling him mickey because I have a good friend named Michael and that's just too weird to keep saying.
Also, I woke up with Toxic stuck in my head. I've never even heard the Britney Speares song -- I have it stuck in my head because my boss at work as that set as the ring on her phone and I hear THAT a dozen times a night.
but actually "toxic" is among my favourite words. I think it entered my regular vocabulary once Tony Soprano asked all throughout the 4th season, "What am I, some sort of toxic person?" I like the idea of a toxic person. I can identify with that.
I came over to the computer and looked to my right, and saw a stack of CDs -- the stack that I've been looking for for months. Just sitting there. It's got my Portishead CDs, My NIN Still CD, and my Harvey Danger and Fiona Apple CDs. And it's been right next to the stack that I looked through over and over again for months.
Still can't find TMBG Flood, though.
sleep:
happy unbirthday