"...the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had"

I woke up this morning in a strange haze, still caught up in the dream I had been having through the night. For whatever reason the effect of the dream was to make it so that I physically couldn't get out of bed. I wasn't tired, or emotionally exhausted in any way, I just kept laying there staring at the ceiling literally thinking "why am I not getting up?". I can't describe much of the dream, except to say that there was a lot of water - pools, showers, flooded rooms, rain. etc. And that I had two somewhat sexual encounters with people who seemed to be strange combinations of ex-boyfriends (or crushes). I don't know why, but even thinking of the dream makes my whole body feel weighed down. Perhaps this is a response to the hurricane and subsequent flooding, which is definitely present in my mind. I do have a complicated relationship with water, both fearing and loving it immensely. Having no television, I have seen very little imagery of this storm, but the ones in my mind are pretty strong. Ugh - I need to stop thinking of this dream.


Here's a random "things I've been wanting to do lately" list :

-Have a decent looking, functional garden. This applies to both vegetable and flower. My very first attempt, this summer, produced somewhat pathetic results. The flower garden was badly designed and, in the most general terms, unattractive. The vegetable garden also lacked design skills and was, most often, full of weeds. I should be able to do this. I have hippy blood coursing through my veins, dammit!

-Finish my wedding album (I got married in June 2000).

-Have a silk-screening business. No matter how small.

-Bake a cake from scratch. Honestly, I've never done this...Cookies, maybe, but no cakes.

-Drive across the country. And I mean all over.

-Be a better blogger.


Damn, that dream is still sitting in my belly. I need to go run around and enjoy this amazing weather. That ought to do the trick.