Last night: A coworker, J., was at my house, getting ready to leave for work. Something minor went wrong, like a clothing malfunction, and she threw a temper tantrum. Started whining, crying, saying she was staying home from work. I talked to her in a very motherly, soothing voice, saying, "Now, J.," pointing out that maybe she should save the ( Read more... )

Searching for clothes in outdoor closets. Rushing, losing outfits, late for the Gaga show. Deciding on a too-large, beige and mint latex dress. Wearing a jacket over it, then realizing how huge the dress is once I'm out.

Trying to fit the biggest, ugliest of the small tacky/gaudy/painted/glittered/dayglo Xmas trees into a box, but there's no room!

My clothes scattered on the sidewalk. I'm bending down, picking them up. They're getting in the street. I'm kneeling, talking to Jason or someone. A disembodied hand grabs me from the hamper, through a piece of clothing. I try to ignore it, act natural, while I talk. It grabs me hard on the wrist. I punch the hand back into the hamper, to make ( Read more... )

Jeff Goldblum was my boyfriend. We were making out. It was hot.

2 strange dreams while in Colorado, on the same night. Don't know exactly what date ( Read more... )

My house and yard were invaded by lizards, mostly leopard geckos. There were also giant mutant ones, apparently evolving unnoticed for years in my garage. It was raining, and water began rushing, flooding my backyard, rushing under the house, into the basement, washing a river full of lizards away to the street. I opened the back door, and a ( Read more... )

Awful dream involving a dead baby and a cockroach infestation. Something about seeing a baby in a carseat, it being alone and dying in it days later. Some guilt that I didn't intervene? Cockroach thing fuzzy.

Last night's dream involved a rogue band of dirty goth kids invading my house, sleeping in all the beds. I had to tackle one of them.

Week of 5/11/09

Last week's dream involved putting my foot in my purse, and zipping it up to the ankle. I had too much to carry in my hands, so I put the purse on my foot, and tried to walk out of the house. I could feel my foot crushing the items inside, and briefly wondered whether I had made the right decision.