Last night I dreamed that there was a party at some sort of diner type of place. I was sitting in a booth against the window with my friend Bree and we were talking when I noticed a large foreign object moving in the sky amidst the down town buildings. I finally realized that it was a very large helicopter flying very low then it began to wobble and I knew it was going to crash. It was at that time that I noticed that there was a jet plane in the middle of the street and the helicopter was about to crash into it. Bree and I held hands and ran. I could smell jet fuel and I knew that we were going to die. I woke up instead.
I got up to go to the bathroom and then continued to dream. I dreamed that Crispin Glover took my photograph with a Polaroid camera. I was wearing my Bavarian outfit with my blonde wig and he showed it to me. I gave it back to him and he put it in his bowl of cheerios that he was eating.
Whatever that means
I think I dreamed of Crispin Glover because I was at my publishers last night and he phoned. Is that not an odd dream? Who puts a Polaroid photo in their cheerios bowl?
This week Im burnt to a crisp. Im especially moody & overwhelmed. Im doing an energy switch. I think I look tired.
Someone is mad at me and I really dont care. Sometimes I have a really shitty attitude about things. I tolerate things for a bit then I simply tire of it. benefitofthedoubt.
Sun's out this morning up here so maybe things are looking up. Hope your week gets better, starting today.
How'd it go with your editor?