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From the ghost land of the easy life.

28 April 2006

i won't be the one left behind :
I've been dreaming weird ass dreams lately. I don't usually have dreams with hosts of people I know in them. Maybe I see one or 2 people, but lately it's been either all people I know or people I I think I know, but it doesn't really look like them. It's all helping me be more in tune with the world at large, but lord knows that I don't need weird dreams. If anything I need to sleep.

So first weird dream starts off in a mansion stuffed full of people, like a giant sorority. The interior is three stories and everything is done in blonde wood and the weirdness, aside from it being a house I've never been to ever (and I never dream of places I've never been unless I then go there) everyone is either wearing a white terry cloth robe or a white towel. All I can think about (in the dream) is that I get to my Mom and take her shopping. Instead I end up stalking my mom (who's not my mom), a little white haired woman in a giant white tiger striped mink and track pants with a giant louis vuiton bag. I'm not alone though, I'm travelling with Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Ritchie. Ritchie's in a white terry cloth robe and I insult her a lot and Lohan laughs and we stalk my 'mom' in this giant continuous mall complex.

I have no idea what that was about, but I figured it meant my mom wanted something since I spend the whole dream worrying about her. So I got an email that she needs me to get something notarised for her. So not only do I have to get that done, and probably pay for it, I'm going to have to use my day off next week to do it too. Should let Ritchie at the dream 'mom', maybe it would have been something good that happened then :)

So the next dream is a cast of characters. My married friends were there, a bunch of people from work and my EX. He was unusualy nice and lovely, he'd been to rehaba nd was a changed man. I didn't take him back but suggested we could maybe hang out as friends. He ate it up and it creeped me out. I wasn't trusting an ounce of it but I was relieved he wasn't killing me or anything. Of course my married friends and I were living together in a huge dark wood apartment. We were always playing card games. I was always sleeping too. Always just getting out of bed. There were more than a few people in the dream that I didn't know, but I forgive them as they weren't annoying or anything. It's bad when dream people are abrasive or annoying, because if you ever meet them in person you already think that about them.

And that's what I've been doing. Trying to figure out the depths of my mind. It's hard work and I want a hot chocolate and a donut. I'm going to have to get dressed and go and get it, because it's not like I couldn't use the walk or anything :) Keep blogging :)
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 10:20 AM

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