Dream Log: May 23, 2000

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I had this dreamlet just as I was about to drift into deep sleep...

My picture that I had painted on gimp was angry at me for not completing it. It was barking at me, the sound that it made was like a record/vinyl/lp being scratched. You know like hip hop scratching where the speech is made from bits of other records.

It was really pissed at me.

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Christmas morning with my family and I wasn't into it. I handed out presents but stopped halfway through - no one was paying attention anyway. One was a chocolate Easter egg for Tiffany - who's Tiffany? I walked around and around the table. Bonita was there smiling. We sat around and watched a video of Marvin K. Mooney but it was grainy and awful, captions we had to strain to read and voice-overs we couldn't decipher at all, and my dad remarked that this must not be the remastered version.

immobility, pain.

I kissed Ben for a long time. He was quieter.

Got out of the shower and realized I'd forgotten to wash my hair, but no time now. Ben was in the bathtub - how had I missed him being in the room? He would not draw the shower curtain and I yelled at him and finally, when he would not stop looking at me, I tore down the curtain and threw it over his face. I was sorry I'd kissed him.

my man will hate to hear this but...

i had a dream. i was in a wedding dress. it was pretty, but for some reason the chest area of it was padded like the chest protectors i wear when i spar. i changed in a dank dirty bathroom reminiscent of the subway stations you see in video games like duke nukem... dirty tiled walls, broken urinals spraying water, etc.

i wore no makeup. i never do. it would have seemed odd for me to wear makeup. my hair was longer than it really is now, and in a jennifer anniston style (bleh) but messier. i desperately needed some hairspray to tame my 'fro, but there wasn't any to be had. i looked fab-o anyway.

my sister came and got me and we piled into a miniature train like there are at amusement parks (or at ricky stratton's house in "Silver Spoons"). there were stands of people just watching me be paraded by in this wedding dress, and i waved to them like a homecoming queen.

eventually we got where we were going which was a mouldy saltbox house, the manse to a church. i was to wait there for the ceremony to start. then i noticed big yellow boot sticking out askew from a book shelf. when i investigated further, i saw that it was a dead fire fighter. then i woke up.