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tashabear
tashabear
armageddon dreamin'
I had the most bizarre, vivid, detailed dream last night. Lately, I've been remembering more and more about my dreams. In this one, I was in a hotel somewhere, and there was a disaster -- an end-of-the-world type disaster. Earthquake, mostly. I remember huge cracks and fissures in the earth. The bizarre part is that the electricity still worked, and the phones -- I was able to call home and check on my mom. Then the hotel started shuttling people out to transportation so we could go home... it was like watching a Movie of the Week, because when the hotel was empty, I remember seeing this girl, who was a new chambermaid, wandering around looking very forlorn because they wouldn't let her leave, since she was a member of the staff. And as it turned out, it wasn't the end of the word -- a portent, surely, but the atmosphere was one of "we'll get through this; it doesn't have to be the end of the world if we don't let it." Mind over matter? One wonders what the combined will of a million people could accomplish.

And there was a man there who helped me, tall, dark, but I couldn't see his face. Things are starting to get fuzzy now, but I feel like he tried to seduce me away from Wolfie, and I told him no. He was polite about it, though. Heh. Funny... I can't imagine not being at Wolfie's side. It's like imagining myself without one of my senses.

Annoying that as soon as I went to write all this down, the memories of the dream started to fade... must be a function of trying to organize the impressions into complete thoughts. Dammit.... it's always like that when I try to write. Oh well... like everything else, it'll get better with practice.


I feel much better today than I did last night. I'm still stiff and sore, but I think it's more from sleeping heavily in one position than anything else. I never knew it was so hard to roll over in a waterbed. I sort of have to crawl over a lump, but the lump moves... it's weird. Ah, well, at least I'm not all crippled up. I think my body is remembering what hard work feels like, and is getting resigned to it.

i feel: curious curious
i hear: Fear Factory - Shock

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