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Thursday, July 27th, 2006

last night, i dreamt i was shooting.

I had a camera set up on a tripod and was taking pictures with a remote cord. I was feeling really good about some of the shots, especially the one of the woman passerby in the red shirt. I was so glad a snagged that one! A gentleman walked up and asked if my camera was a Leica. “No,” i said (and thought, I wish!), “it’s a Holga“. Which clued me in to the fact that i had not advanced the frames while shooting. Poof! The lady in the red shirt disappears. Ten shots on one frame only rarely amount to anything.

no psychoanalysis please

Tuesday, June 15th, 2004

it’s another dream report.

i’m riding on a flat-bed with my family and we reach our destination of a roman estate. then we’re inside, in a convenience-type store, getting food. I am looking around, not hungry. They even have creamies and i don’t even want any of those. Quite a statement there. My dad comes up to me with a slice of pizza with sausage and pepperoni on it for me. i ask him what exactly am i supposed to eat on that, the bit of crust over on one side that doesn’t have meat on it? i tear off that little chunk and wave it at him. somehow, i end up holding the slice of pizza and then i throw it at him for making me take it when he knows i don’t want it. after this bout of teenage bliss, i grab a big, square pizza from one of the freezers and leave, running to hide. Now i am inside a larger store, trying to decide whether it would be better to hide in the office supplies or the action figures. my sister ends up finding me and is, of course, mad at me for running off. we go back to out ‘rooms’, we are in the roman estate again now, and we’re in the process of packing. everyone in the estate is: there is something coming and although we know what it is, i can feel that, in retrospect i am not sure what it was. i’m helping my neice and nephew decide which “little people” set to take and then i am trying to put in my contact and something keeps causing me to drop it, though i usually catch it before it is on the ground. there is a dog nearby who i know will eat my contact if he gets it. i know that one of the roman gods is the one messing with my contact and, as i put my contact back in its case and fill the well with solution (my dad had warned me by this time not to attempt putting the contact in, to wait until we were away from the estate), a ringlet of blue is formed in the contact where the solution has risen, but left an air pocket still in the center of the contact and, since this is obviously a sign representing the Caesar, i call out in a sarcastic voice, “how very caesarian of you!” I am still angry about this and working on packing and getting ready and i know that these roman gods are working against us. i am then holding a silver bracelet made of a thin, silver chain and then a slightly thicker, curved, silver bar, about an inch in length with a slight pattern. the rumor is that when you rub this bar you can call upon these roman gods and there is a legend, or is it a memory of mine, of a girl who foolishly tried this, and going through a list of god names had the bar start heating when she got to a certain god. the name apollo keeps coming to me and that could have been the one who caused the bar to heat. i know that this god is trying to vex me and i throw the bracelet and yell “you are a god of jealousy and SPITE!” The word ‘spite’ echos in the halls.

i awoke angry and upset.


Thursday, June 10th, 2004

last night was a night of weird dreams. maybe it was the storm, but i had several weird dreams and at some point, i believe i turned off my alarm clock since it did not go off this morning.

the one dream was one in which i was in a store, kind of a department store / mega store. It is someplace i have been in dreams before, but never in person. Kind of like my favorite ski resort. i know it every time i go there: it is really cool in the summer, too, when you can float down the river and then go climbing in the canyonlands-type landscape that is just around the bend…

but back to last night’s dream. i was in this store buying dye. kind of a paint dye. i was going to be making a floor mat, from what i can tell, i believe i was going to knit it and then dye a design on it. I had bought a couple of colors and then realized i wanted a different color in it and was going to go back, but had lost my receipt and was afraid they would charge me again. i had walked to the store, so i had no place to stash the stuff while i picked out the other dye, so i hid the box with the dyes in it under a staircase and went searching for the receipt. As i am walking through the store it seems all the men shopping for furniture and such are singing to the Cure; i only know it is the Cure because a kid passes and says “i hate the Cure”. Just as i was about to give up hope, i found my receipt in the aisle and went and got another bottle of paintable dye. And wouldn’t you know it, then there was magically a register on the floor where i was so i could pay and i wouldn’t have needed the other receipt at all!