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Dream: Of disappearing wives and Jay Leno.
Apr 1, 2010
Last night's dream involved a friend who had recently married. In the middle of the night, I got a call from the police wondering if I had seen him because his wife was missing. I told them that I thought he was at home. "Home" was my old house where I grew up so i went over and looked for him but he wasn't there. Finally I found him but I'm not sure if it was at the house or at another house nearby.
It was very, very early in the morning and I found him washing all the bedclothes and all his wife's clothing. I found this very strange, especially since a previous wife had disappeared. I called the police and told them that I was suspicious.
After telling the police, my ex-husband happened by (not my REAL ex-husband... someone I don't think I know in real life) and told him my suspicions. He then told me something very cryptic... however, I have now forgotten was this very cryptic thing was (I remembered for most of the day but just cannot recall what it was). It was something that made me more suspicious about my ex-husband than about the friend.
I decided to leave and call the police from someplace else so my "ex" wouldn't be suspicious. I was in my car when I got a call from Jay Leno about appearing on the show, though it appeared it might be by telephone, not in person. I was supposed to talk about the suspicious friend and the disappearance of his wife (or both wives, actually). I told him that I couldn't tell him all the details about the friend but that I was worried because of what my "ex" had told me. He agreed that it sounded suspicious and that he would wait until I talked to the police.
We finished out conversation and I went to call the police. I must have woken up at this point.
Recent reads
Mar 24, 2010
I am on my third reread (partly because I have run out of books to read, again and partly because it is so darned enjoyable) of "The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie" by Alan Bradley
http://www.flaviadeluce.com/the-sweetness-at-the-bottom-of-the-pie/
It is the first book in his new series of Flavia de Luce, a precocious 11 year-old "with a passion for poisons" and a knack for solving mysteries. This isn't a children's book., though I think it would interest a sophisticated kid with a taste for mysteries. Flavia is no Nancy Drew. She's give Miss. Marple and Poirot a run for their money and probably leave them in the dust kicked up my her trust bicycle Gladys.
"Great literary crime detectives aren’t always born; they’re sometimes discovered, blindfolded and tied up in a dark closet by their nasty older sisters. Eleven-year-old Flavia de Luce’s bitter home life and vicious sibling war inspires her solitary diversions and “strange talents” tinkering with the chemistry set in the laboratory of their inherited Victorian house, plotting sleuth-like vengeance on Ophelia (17) and Daphne (13), and delving into the forbidden past of her taciturn, widowed father, Colonel de Luce. It comes as no surprise, then, that the material for her next scientific investigation will be the mysterious corpse that she uncovers in the cucumber patch."
Luckily for me, the second volume in the series, "The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag" was just released... Unfortunately, the next in the series, "Seeds of Antiquity " won't be out for a while, yet.
I am now trying to decide who will play the characters in the film versions.... Sadly, Alan Bates has passed on and can't play Father.
Cool book trailers (German)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b21fdA8xi_w&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEhcUJ3827s
Dream: Interactive game, cheating, and flying around
Mar 16, 2010
This was one of the first true "flying dreams" I have had in a long while.
It started with me playing this sort of video game but it was on a grand scale and was played in real life. You had to key in a series of answers, short words in answer to clues) and these activated the game.
The "game" consisted of flying along a track at high speed but the track was a sort of invisible aerial track through the city. Hard to describe. On about my third time through the track, a girl about my age (I should mention that I was a boy of about 12 in this dream) was watching me play but for some reason I didn't want her to know that I had memorized the clues to get the game going and I was pretending that I didn't know the clues but she was suspicious and wanted to let people know that I was "cheating" which was really silly because the game wasn't really about the clues but simply about flying around.
Anyway, she started chasing me around through this huge arena... actually, it was more like an old opera house which had apartments which looked out over the balconies.
I was flying from balcony to balcony to avoid her. I apparently had two sisters. One younger who was helping me and one much older who kept telling this other girl where I was.
Unfortunately, I was wakened up suddenly and I not only lost the dream but was very disoriented for quite some time.
Whenever I have dreams like this, my brain is very foggy and I have trouble walking... I fell drugged for quite some time.
It is now afternoon and I still feel sort of disoriented.
Moving.
Mar 13, 2010
With my mother becoming increasingly less able to manage the stairs in our two-bedroom townhouse (with only one bathroom, on the second floor), I have been in a quandary as to what to do. I HATE the idea of moving, mostly because the mere thought of having to sort through all the crap we own and then packing it and then the CLEANING!!! of the house before we leave!!! Gaaaaahhh!
However, it finally occurred to me that moving into one of the handicapped units (there are three in the co-op) would be the solution and I would just have to bit the bullet and organize a move.
Problem is.... There are three handicapped units in the co-op and that means that is one isn't available it could be YEARS before one comes up.
There is one available! Problem... someone else wants it but they may not qualify. I have to get the transfer application in ASAP.
It is three bedrooms. On the main floor there is a bedroom and full bath, living-dining room, and kitchen (plus hook-ups for washer and dryer.
Upstairs are two more bedrooms and a full bath.
That would mean that Mom and I could have our own spaces and share kitchen and the living area. I could have an office and sitting room/TV room and still have a bedroom! Plus there is a basement and many of the basements have been finished or partially finished.
The upstairs bedrooms are full-sized and both have large closets.
I hope to GOD the other person who wanted it either hasn't completed their application or don't qualify. I know that we definitely do.
Fingers crossed!
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Dream: Bats, Cows, and the man with no immunuties...
Mar 11, 2010
I can't recall just how the dream began but it started with my lying in bed (in the dream) and having what I thought were two black cats jump onto the bed. However, I realized that they were two black bats,
The first landed near my right arm and the other to my left on the covers somewhere. I was worried that they might be Vampire bats and was trying to move my arm to brush the one to my right away but not only was my arm like lead but I couldn't raise my head to see where the bats were. Instead, I pulled the covers up over my head (slowly and painfully because of the leaden weight and slowness of my movements).
Having the covers over my head made it difficult to breathe and someone said to me that I was going to have to put my head out sometime.
When I did, I was lying on my mattress in the middle of a field.
I was on a farm and there were people from the farm moving cattle from one paddock to another, all around me. Huge cows and a rather fast-moving bull were running very close to my mattress which was lying on the ground. I was trying to tell someone that the cows and bull were moving around too close to me but no one would listen to me. One of the caws stood on my foot.
Then, while still on my mattress which had now moved to the patio of a large modern building, I found I had a terrible back ache and needed to stretch my back out so I pulled myself backwards over the end of the bed frame or probably the hand-railing of the patio (big round aluminum bars) and stretched my back. But since it wasn't working, I kept draping myself further and further backwards over the bars. Since I was wearing a short hospital-like gown, I was at rick in offending any passers-by...
Then the phone rang and it was someone who wanted to know if I had any duvets for sale.... Apparently, I had put an ad in the paper to sell a whole pile of spare bedding I had... sheets, pillows, comforters, even some caper rolls of foam. I had put the ad in the paper but not been able to get to sorting through the boxes of things I was selling. I was telling him that I had no duvets but had a number of comforters which were "worn but in good shape. Then I set about unpacking, sorting and measuring all the things I was selling.
I was using a sponge mop handle to measure and then measuring the handle with a ruler. I kept writing down the measurements but they wouldn't stay because the plastic I was writing on had watercolour paint water all over it and the writing wouldn't stick. AND I kept measuring wrong.
Then the dream morphed again. Now, I was helping clean a hospital which was really in terrible shape (probably a memory from real life of one of the abandoned buildings in Japan that I had seen photos of). Down in the basement, there was a man who had no immunities and he had to be down there to prevent him from coming into contact with germs. But the room was filthy! There was mold and mildew on the floors and walls. The floor, itself, was a dirt floor and wet and muddy. All the tubes and wired that he was attached to needed to be replaced and as I was rolling them up to throw them out, someone was bringing in the new ones and we had to figure out how to unhook the old ones from the man and hook up the new ones.
The man was very happy that things were being done to make his room (a huge cavernous space with no bed that I could see -- no furnishings at all! He was so overwhelmed to see people because he wasn't allowed visitors in case her got their germs.
He was trying to hug me and I was afraid I would make him sick. But he wanted more than anything to have some human contact, even if it killed him. So I hugged him.
At that point I woke up.
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