aprons and archies

a) while rummaging thu aunt gloria's surprise box, i found a bunch of archie comics, which i took home to read.

b) i knit a huge, long burnt orange apron really quickly.

blasts from the present and past

a retroblog from jan. 9/05, as scrawled (and i do mean scrawled) half asleep at 2:30 am in the moonlight.

a) andy lived in liverpool beside pharmasave with a roommate and his four year-old son (which he doesn't have). his wife was somewhere, but it was sucky. then he started to tell me he was ________.

b) went our to dinner with random play staff yet there was a biker who was kinda hot instead of dan and we kinda made out. he came to my house where soymilk was. but dude only went as far as the driveway, on his motorbike. i think this house was actually grammie's house.

c) i was a some school and i saw nick (but with his old long hair). i found him and sat on his knee and held him while everyone watched.

d) i was in a car with a bunch of people (i think from smb) and james of smb served us very nice meals on nice plates in our car. i had a special meal. james was wearing a crisp white suit.

unsatisfying fragments

the following from the last two nights:

a) there was a teeny transparent mouse in my house
b) i had plantars warts all over my feet (i checked today, unsure if i was dreaming)
c) i saw my old grocery manager, which made me happy

the next from an hour-long post-hoth nap:

i was somewhere and morrissey was also there. he was at a table with some little colortful clippings of paper. i asked him if i could borrow his scissors, to which he replied that yes i could, but to please stick to paper and string and could i please not cut pennies and such. these scissors were wacky and cut differently than normal scissors. i have no idea what i cut. then morrissey called come woman and told her that he was sorry to have to tell her, but her husband had died.

b.a. johnston and i, we could touch the sky

perhaps like many other girls at the show last night, my dreams were of b.a. johnston.
after we were separated and him leaving a message on my answering machine, he took me back to his dad's place where there was a farm, and where a bunch of his pals showed up with diabetic candy for him. b.a. introduced me to those men as his sister, which made me upset. we kept getting separated, even when we went downtown. we were hanging out with a friend of his, and we were going to go out for fried chicken and i'd just get something to eat when i got home (as per his suggestion). at one point, i performed a song for him with a carrot that was as long as my body tied to my nose. he thought it was awesome and wanted me to play it on stage with him at his next show. the main theme in the dream was one of constant separation despite us wanting to be together. b.a. and i had mucho fun, but i was woken up before we got to kiss.

tri as you might, you won't be my groom

so i lost my dream journal where i've been recording dreams on and off since june of 1995. so i guess i'll jot them down here for a while so you can enjoy a few chortles at my expense. i will likley retroblog a few dreams from the past week or so because i've been jotting them down hoping to get to this blog.

last night:
i was supposed to get married, apparently to g and i was all like-- uh wait-- i'm not sure why i'm marrying you. i broke up with you, why would i want to marry you? and i told mom
and she was all like all these people came, you can't not get married, how about you marry this other dude who has the same name (a superstore meat manager) so the programs won't be screwed up?
uh, mom-- i don't want to marry him either. look, i don't even have a nice dress or any shoes-- i mean i could wear my tall black boots.
no, you're NOT wearing boots to your wedding. why don't you marry him (pointing to a good fella)?
uh, because i don't know him well enough, and because i don't want to get married. i obviously don't if i didn't buy a dress. eff off, i'm not getting married.
and so i don't.