Hearty Tuscan Stew in the oven, coffee by my side, and plans to make Lemon Layer Cake for my birthday. I finished one of the Arrow pattern socks for Mark and am going to begin the second one today. I also made a couple little baby hats for my brother-in-law's sister who just had a baby about a week or so ago. She is young [i thought 19, but i guess now she's 21] and with a man who does not treat her well, and on top of it all she lives in a highly morman part of Idaho, with a deeply religious family. *sigh* poor thing. I hope the hats i made fit, i've never made clothes for little teeny tiny ones before.
Even though i've been busy through a big part of the day, i feel headachy and lazy.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
dream
The beginning of a very scary, very detailed dream that was interrupted by Mark's snoring:
I am at college and get a strange note from someone saying they are coming for me. At first i don't know what is going on, but instantly i remember an incident from my young childhood-
*As a very young child i survived a horrible plane crash instrumented by an evil, diabolical, crazy man. The scene i remember is a woman [the other survivor] sitting on the street corner next the the wreckage, wailing her heart out. Her clothes are ruined from the bottom down and i can clearly see her nakedness. She keeps lamenting that she was true to her lover all their lives until the night before, why did she have to be unfaithful right before he dies horribly?
The diabolical man sees me [i think i am young enough to be in a carrier] and something strange happens. He calms down, all his black thoughts, extreme mental illness and general evil demeanor calm down. He is utterly confused and decides i am a miracle, so he won't kill me.*
What he will do, though, is come back for me.
After i remember this buried incident, i am instantly panicked- scared to the marrow. I begin to run. I make it to an administrative building on campus, into the hallways, into someone's office. I can feel him behind me. I hide in an office, behind a desk, no avail- i can hear him calling for me. "You can't hide from me, i can see through walls to get you, behind that desk you are hiding behind."
~snore~ I am woken up from this tense, fearful dream. It was full of emotion and could have gotten more interesting.
I am at college and get a strange note from someone saying they are coming for me. At first i don't know what is going on, but instantly i remember an incident from my young childhood-
*As a very young child i survived a horrible plane crash instrumented by an evil, diabolical, crazy man. The scene i remember is a woman [the other survivor] sitting on the street corner next the the wreckage, wailing her heart out. Her clothes are ruined from the bottom down and i can clearly see her nakedness. She keeps lamenting that she was true to her lover all their lives until the night before, why did she have to be unfaithful right before he dies horribly?
The diabolical man sees me [i think i am young enough to be in a carrier] and something strange happens. He calms down, all his black thoughts, extreme mental illness and general evil demeanor calm down. He is utterly confused and decides i am a miracle, so he won't kill me.*
What he will do, though, is come back for me.
After i remember this buried incident, i am instantly panicked- scared to the marrow. I begin to run. I make it to an administrative building on campus, into the hallways, into someone's office. I can feel him behind me. I hide in an office, behind a desk, no avail- i can hear him calling for me. "You can't hide from me, i can see through walls to get you, behind that desk you are hiding behind."
~snore~ I am woken up from this tense, fearful dream. It was full of emotion and could have gotten more interesting.
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