Bird Dreams

i was in a class that was teaching us to communicate with animals. We were released to practice. I wandered to a remote area of the park, sat on a bench, started listening and staring at the tree in front of me. I closed my eyes imagining an adolescent hawk flying and landing on my hand. When I opened my eyes the hawk was on the tree branch 20 yards in front me. When I held out my hand the bird flew toward me and landed on my hand. We sat on that bench for a while, me stroking the bird and we were communicating with our eyes. I was thinking without words and it felt amazing. Someone walked by, startled the bird, and it flew off at that moment. I thought how peaceful it must be to be able to just think without words, realizing I actually accomplished that. At that point a cat wandered in and came right up to me and we sat and purred for a little bit. The teacher walked up to me saying, "you are getting some good practice in". I said, " Cats and Dogs are easy. I did end up with a hawk on my hand. That was amazing."

He responded, "Not many people can communicate with birds easily."
I said, "It was amazing."

Then some other students walked up and I felt the need to get away from them. I wandered off saying out loud... "Just think, BIRD. Just BIRD."

Sunny beautiful day, light breeze and with a contented soul.

Unexpected

Things that happened in the last couple of days (and weeks) are unexpected. Surprise, sorrow, accomplishment, anger and joy. I realized I have felt settled into a "mudane" just following the responsibility sort of life. I used to be a huge firelight that was ignited daily by anything I saw in nature. I am the one that has let the fire go out, and coming back from the semi-dead is a difficult wall to climb. I have a son that needs me to be alive. I have a lot left to dish out and accomplish. Can't give in to the "weary" demon any longer.

One more lab test. Then a procedure to schedule. A bunch more pictures to draw... and a new beginning I feel will be coming in the next year. Am I prepared? My dreams tell me there are a few land-mine's that will trip me up. I have to remember to keep paying attention, forgive myself for mistakes, and learn when someone is blowing smoke to gain their own footing. My biggest challenge will be finding a place to have some alone time to CREATE! I have a child and man-child that suck the life energy out of me. I need a closet with white walls, directional lighting, paints, pencil, eraser and paper. And a few tacks.

Tis time for a new beginning.. and my mind and body are preparing for that, in dreams and reality.

OH and please... Order the book. we have 25 more to sell before we can break even on the "costs".

Thank you so much for your support... emotionally and otherwise. peace and gratitude.

Avocado Dreams

In this dream, I was strolling around the yard of the house where I grew up in Kentucky. There were fruit trees covered with ripening fruit everywhere. Limes, oranges, watermelons and even peanuts. (Yea I KNOW watermelons and peanuts don't grow on trees, but this is my dream, so butt out!) I saw 3 or 4 avocado trees and thought, Wow!!! Look at all the avocado's! I can't wait till they are ripe enough to share and enjoy. Then I took out my camera and tried to capture images. It was a hugely abundant dream. Although I remember stopping to look at the peanut tree (ha) and the nuts weren't fully developed, and there were some spider webs on them. Not sure what to make of the peanut tree, maybe brushing the dust off things I thought weren't possible?

Anyway today, I got good news from a friend about a project that we have already completed, its FINALLY at the printers. She also sent me a lovely inspirational email about looking at projects as a dance partnership. And to dance freely and easily, as easily as she and I interact together. And now, this dream has inspired me to get working on our next project. Now if only i have a studio to work in! *NOTEBOOK! where are you?* When she mentioned dancing to me, this song popped into my head. Remember Song of the South Disney Fans? Wow. I am OLD.


Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

Mister Bluebird's on my shoulder
It's the truth, it's actual
Ev'rything is satisfactual
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day, yes sir!

(repeat 3 times)

So I am going to head out to the alpaca ranch tomorrow, and take my camera. Maybe they will have a huge avocado tree! Zip-a-dee-doo-dah... Uncle Remus!

A guest Spot!

Hey all my pals of Bloggerland, I did a guest posting on Cindy's page. Go check it out.

Its about dreaming... like you don't hear enough of that from me already!

Happy Thursday everyone...

In My Dream

I have been considering something for a week or so now, and decided that I feel excited about it. When I pick up literature or move in a line towards this purpose, i feel energized and yet peaceful, unhurried and centered. There is a level of anxiousness and awareness that has been showing itself in my dreams throughout the weeks time. Last nights dream was no different in the beginning. At the end of that dream though, i had a sleeping lioness in my lap. She walked over to me after I sat down on the couch, laid down next to me, laying her head in my lap, looked at me and proceeded to fall asleep. After my initial apprehension of being bitten or mauled, I relaxed, and stroked her fur as she slept.

When I awoke an image popped in my head from one of my tarot cards. That image is of a woman with a blindfold being unwrapped from her eyes as she stands at a gate made of pentacles. I realized that it is time to recapture the sleeping lion's strength. Accept that power that has been sleeping and open my eyes to something new.

My dreams are SOOO cool!!!

Watercolor

This is an original drawing that I did for an upcoming book for my friend. I promised I would start putting some art up on my sight. Now... that being said, I can tell from the work that I did for this book, I need me some watercolor painting lessons. Or some drawing lessons in general.

When I draw/paint for myself its always surreal and dreamlike, because my dreams are where my inspiration/visions comes from. I have said it before, i have dreams that have come true. So, practically speaking, if I painted from my dreams I would have a road map that would likely give me some lucrative direction.

Requesting some feedback please. I need criticism and praise to continue this work. I appreciate any thoughts you have. (she needs some hair doesn't she? :giggle:)

Its just about Friday~! SUWHEEET!

Robert Downy, Jr.

I saw a picture of him at the Oscars, looked like he was having a good time as in having a belly laugh good time. Don't know if this inspired my dream or not... The saga continues.

I was in my kitchen making some coffee or something. It was early morning. All of the sudden I looked down and there was a huge pile of rocks or grounds or something black on the floor. Surrounding it was a swarm of robotic bugs. They just kept reproducing. As my friend Carol was helping me clean them up, she was exclaiming, "They just keep coming! And multiplying." We were furiously sweeping them up. I moved to the other side of the room. Looking down I saw a gold fish bowl broken. Part of the bowl was still filled with water and the fish was in there... still alive. I took a deep breath and wondered where I was going to put the fish. I heard footsteps.

In walks Robert Downy Jr. in a white thermal T with some flannel pants. I was thinking, DAMN my kitchen is a mess and I look like SHIT! He starts talking to me about his relationship. How he isn't sure that he wants to be with this woman he is dating, wants my advice. I look down at the floor and see the bugs still multiplying, and look up at him saying, "You're Robert Downey Jr. man! Suck it up! Tell her how you feel! What do you really want?"

He laughed out loud saying, "Yea. Just be honest. I hear ya."

In walks that comedian with the red hair that had all the plastic surgery done, forget her name, she starts bitching at him calling him a slacker etc. He laughs and says, "I am not ready for a relationship, and even if I was it wouldn't be with you."

He looked at me thankfully and left with a warm cup of coffee. I continued to clean up the bugs and put the fish in a new bowl. I realized that I was glad I had the gift of bestowing some wisdom on people.

After thoughts: I couldn't figure out where the bugs were coming from though. I think it was from a real conversation I had with J. yesterday about nano technology, and robots that are going to be injected for surgical/repair work on the human body. That's totally out of control.

Nasa and Blue Aliens

Dreaming again. I was sitting in a building with some friends. Up in the sky were small aircrafts that had the NASA logo. We sat back watching them searching for something. I didn't know what it was in the beginning. Then I saw a strange space ship emerge, but none of my other friends saw it. Then, a blue man came out of the ship landing on the ground in front of us. I immediately hid behind a bush to watch. The man crouched down behind some equipment. When the coast was clear of the NASA people, he bolted across the field and disappeared. I ran over to the closest Nasa vehicle i could find, saying did you catch him?

"Catch who?' said the representative.

"The blue man" I replied.

"You saw something?" she said

"Of course. Didn't you?" i laughed while saying.

Ok simple speech for a scientist, but thats how it went. She proceeded to ask me a bunch of questions, which I answered in my typical sarcastic way. Then she decided I needed to be recruited, because I could see aliens and they couldn't. She offered me a job.

Heck yea I would take it! What a Cool job, I was thinking. My next thought was how much are they going to pay me? That's GOT to be worth something. The only person that can see this particular alien and who knows what other kinds.

Women in Black? Or should it be purple?

dreams rock.

Feeling it out.

I do pick up on energy that surrounds me. I had strange dreams last night that left me feeling vulnerable today. It was a feeling of being observed by forces that can't truly perceive. I know that I was being judged. The comfort of a situation has come to an end. I am again alone in the elements fending for myself. Fighting for a security that should come from inside.

Dreams awaken a part of my consciousness that is ethereal and travels ahead of my physical being. I am fighting the urge to dump it all and run. Leave the one that is watching me to see what I will do. Run towards the comfort of my own mermaid lair to be in the peace of my art. Time to remind myself that my own heart always gives me joy. No matter, unless this person is open he wont ever really see it all, for I am the one hiding some aspects in protection of a heart that gives too much.

These two songs are sticking out in my head today. Both named She's Got a Way. When will i honor that woman? She deserves to be honored.

She's Got a Way ~ Bryan Adams




She's Got a Way ~ Billy Joel



My loving lady friends, embrace the beauty. We are strong, tender, empathetic, enigmatic, revealing, healing and beautiful in every aspect. Perpetuate those characteristics and the day is yours.

peace. dream sweetly.

Dreams ~ Blog Off

I am attempting to catch up with my cousin in the new year! Thursday blog off's. This week's theme is dreams. Thankfully this month's dreams have been chock full of symbolism. And dreaming about a friend. Last night was no different. We were at the Car Wash. Washing the car, etc. then some romping around after hours. But that's not what Blog is about. :cheesygrin:

I am going to talk about a dream come true, moving to California. I prayed all my life to live by the ocean and now? I live in one of the greatest cities I have seen. And I moved here with less than 500 to my name. In a Nissan that is now a commanding presence in someone else's life. (He is enjoying the magic of the bullet car. And it will create magic for him too.)

I wake up smiling in a ridiculously cheap (and roomy) two bedroom apartment for my area. I have a cute little Leo child to dress and steer towards the stars. We get in the new car and listen to music. The road to his "alternative school" is next to the mountains that are washed pink in the sunrise coming from over the ocean. He is learning his own style of life in a "Montessori style" public school. Comes home using the words like "dude" and "NO Way, that is so cool." Creating magic out of cardboard and tape. Learning to read in Kindergarten instead of first grade. Wanting to learn and not come home from school. I can't say that I ever felt that way about my school. He is one of the main reasons I traveled to this place on a prayer and it stuck.



I have an artistic dream of my own that I will accomplish. I know I will get over being lazy and attack this idea. It will be successful once I set my mind on the path. I know it will attract the kind of people that I need to help me, because all I have done to get here and be here has "yes" around it. I have met some of the nicest people. Don't get me wrong this town is full of snobs and haters, but I have set myself in situations where I don't have to deal with too many of them (yet).

Finally, where is the love? There is a strong feeling of being in a holding pattern on that one, but the flight will land when its time. All of life is a process. There are things I have to get past before I can get to the love I deserve, as does the "other". The peace I seek is involved in its own flight pattern of rebuilding self worth and trust. Finding their own dream till we meet in the middle. Realizing that the future is ours. And a smile is all we wear when its dark.

A dream is a wish your heart makes. I made a wish the other night when someone wasn't looking. With a teardrop sliding down my face, I felt the wish slide deep into my heart, trying to keep it warm until that dream is also a part of my daily life.

Dreams are what we have when we feel hopeless and alone in these trying times. Remember to focus on your own. Nothing is out of reach if you believe in it and work towards it. Open your mind to your dreams and know that help is everywhere. Be the hand that helps others. You will find a smile and an answer to a dream you didn't even realize you had.

Now. that's my BS. Check out my CUZ's entry. He is a better writer than me. I don't hold that against him at all!

where is the KORN!? *giggles at her bad private joke.*

Expressing Emotions

Expressing emotions is like bailing water out of a boat for me. I know that if I do not let out the buildup of unspoken feelings, the ship will sink. I know that in reality, if I can't or wont deal with the inner problems I face they manifest in physical form. Ischemic colitis has been the worst manifestation of these suppressed truths. I have a friend I know that feels very deeply in many ways, but he says to me, I don't express my emotions. hm...

I had a dream about that person. He came to my apartment a few times in the interval of this dream. Although his mouth opened, he was unable to tell me what he was feeling. The next image he was wandering down the tree lined dirt path off to a castle. I feared there would be a dragon to slay before he arrived, but I knew that he had the courage to face it as he was filled with the unspoken truths of his life.



The next day while having a beer with this person I saw this painting. Wow. I really need to get on this symbolism thing ASAP!

Life is on hold sometimes when involved with people on their own time table. The next self examination should include a pattern of "How can I utilize my time to best serve me?" That is when the greatest good will come.

my post secret: I am "terrified" of success. Stone, cold, terrified.

School

I had a dream I went back to school in the mountains. I was conflicted about why I was going. The night I first arrived to live in the dorm, I found the room I was supposed to have wasn't ready. I was placed in a room that was "temporary". I wandered outside that night with my notebook and a blanket to observe my surroundings.

When I woke up to the sounds of student voices, and I realized I had fallen asleep outside. I stared up at the sky and saw mountains. They were snow capped with clouds hanging above. Thinking in my mind how beautiful the setting. When I looked down I saw students playing soccer, and blowing bubbles. I wandered around and observing scenarios of student interaction, thinking I would be able to take some great pictures there. I found my dorm and wandered back inside.

Upon entering the dorms, I came across a man that had helped me from the beginning. I asked him to help me find my way. He apologized about the room situation. He didn't mean to mislead me. He gave me a sock with a long note upon it. He hugged me and whispered in my ear but I couldn't make out what he was saying. He seemed sad, that he was very attached to me, but he was going to leave.

I wandered the dorm watching various scenes and found my room. Then I found my friend, that assume was my boyfriend as we were sleeping in the same bed. I told him where I thought my new room was going to be and he left to go and find it. I was gathering up my belongings to move and he called, saying, I found the room. Its where you said it would be. As I was leaving the old room I thought to myself, I don't know what I want from this relationship and wasn't sure where it was going or if it would last. And that I was completely happy to be learning again. And the note on the sock had disappeared.

Coworker dream

I had a dream about an ex coworker whom i always had a secret crush on and he had one for me. He is married now with children. I was working at a retail shop next to a restaurant/bowling alley. He and his friend walked in with his daughter. We saw each other and immediately were drawn to each other again. I decided as I saw him leave that I wanted to talk to him about our "past attraction". He was in agreement. He said, let me drop my daughter off and we can meet somewhere. I "borrowed" a dress from the store I was working at, I remember thinking this style really is flattering on me, and got commented on as I left.

We met by the ocean. We were in a parking structure climbing wooden stairs next to the ocean. It was a cloudy day and the waves were high. We kissed and both realized we may have passed up a really great opportunity, but that our lives were what they are now. And I returned to the shop the next day thinking, I am going to keep that dress no matter what it cost.

More Dreams

Dont yawn and sigh. I am posting this dream question I made of a "friend" on a website I frequent, RadioParadise.com.

Enjoy my dream and his response. I apologize for the lack of information, but there is a good reason for that which will become clearer as we enter the new year.

I wrote:
Dear Doctor Seagull,

I had a dream I was hired to take band photos of a touring show with many musicians. Bob Dylan was one of them. He came and sat in my lap while I was in my wheelchair. He was wearing a black mohair vest and a black fedora. He rested his head on my shoulder and was talking to me. I don't remember all that he was saying. One thing that rang clear he mentioned he was glad I was taking pictures. Then he got up and got on the Greyhound bus and took off with the other bands. I sat and went through my images.

Then thinking I should be heading down the road because I would be missing some really good pictures if I didn't.

What the heck?

mem (alwayssnappingshotsofthefamousandinfamous) sahib


The response:
Dear Mem,

It is obvious from your dream that you are conflicted between your desires to tell stories about this world, as evidenced by your dream-job of photographer, and your desire to stay in one place in a stable home life where you can be respectable. There is a very important job for you to do now, decide whether to go for fame and fortune or to choose the quieter fortune of stability.

Your choice.

Sincerely,

Doctor (eeniemeenieminiemoe) Seagull

I enjoy a good answer to any question. I am polishing my rock star glasses as we speak.

*giggles*

Dreams

Last night i dreamt of living back in the big city. I was visiting a friend. (Yes it was the actor who played Frodo in the Lord of the Rings). We had gone out for drinks. After going back to his apt. passing out and waking up for work the next day i started straightening things up and people started stopping by. A couple of women friends. I realized that these were women that liked him or had been involved with him. I was started to feel uncomfortable and yet I knew that he and i were just friends. I wandered around his apt... walking up to the second level I noticed it was completly empty. A beautiful room with skylights on top of a building, but nothing was there. He was intentionally sparse. I started to question why he hadn't done anything. He said, I don't have the energy or the time. I knew that was just an excuse, because he was living on his couch in his living room. And he had a really good job. I started to propose helping him, but was propeled into the next part of the dream.

I was back at the bar we were at the night before. The place was huge, almost 3 levels. At varying heights, different tiers. the top tier was at the top of the building with beautiful views of the skyline. i sat down on the first level having a drink. I had run across the empty dance floor and jumped up to the second level to get to the top for the views. I almost tumbled over an old lover (George Clooney of course. :wink:) He smiled at me. Of course nostalgia and the feelings we had shared hit my heart. I said, Why did you move? He responded, I didn't want you to ruin my tux. I just giggled and said something like, You always were a bit finicky about your clothing, and continued up to the top of the building. He asked where are you going, I responded to see the sights. He said, This is my place. I smiled and said, I think I could have guessed that. He proceeded to show me around the nooks and kranniew. I found a couple of stilettos, not the same shoe, but one of each. I asked nearby customers if they were thiers. NO. So I handed them to "george" He said, Check this out, and proceeded with a long speech so everyone in the bar could hear him. He placed the shoes on a giant bookcase on one wall that was covered with books and "single shoes". He said, We have a wall here of shoes that people have lost over the last couple of years. feel free to take a look. As I placed the two shoes on the shelves, i looked over the shoes noticing all the styles and designs. Strangely enough in my dream? they were all black or red and black. I wandered back to "George" after looking, and sat at the bar, saying to him, What are we drinking, because I knew that we had a LOT of catching up to do. He ordered something and as I waited a waitress wandered by staring at me. I looked at him saying you are NOT sleeping with your hired ladies. He blushed. I said, darling, you will never learn.

WE proceeded to have drinks and laugh. I woke up.

Upon waking i had three thoughts. One: I am not beautiful enough to have ever slept with George Clooney, nor likely will i ever be. Two: I can never wear heels again. But i bet i could design some. Three: What is it about myself that reminds me of Frodo, and why haven't i finished the upstairs? Why haven't i tapped into my abilities?

Co-worker dreams!

Sheeesh.. Last night I had a dream about a co-worker. Not even someone that I am attracted to. Or wasn't... *giggles*

I had a dream he came over to my house to have sex with me. We got in bed everything was going pretty well. And then? He threw up on me. Everywhere. All over the bed, the floor, on his way out the door... WTF does that mean? All I remember thinking was this is just another mess I have to clean up.

Oh yea. He is happily married. with kids. Stup-it brain. :wink wink:

me soño por lo tanto estoy.

For those of you non spanish speakers, go to babblefish. I should start every morning with an hour at the keyboard documenting my dreams. This stuff is what David Lynch uses for his stories. I promise you.

Sunday night was a dooozie! I can only remember bits and pieces now. One if them being I lived in a very large white house with a windowed porch. As I walked past one of the window panes, the glass was missing and Steve Earle's face was sticking through the pane. He was howling at me like something from a William Faulkner novel. Followed by some pretty wild makin out. I remember showing someone around my house, and opening all kinds of windows letting the light in. And offering a new man to stay in the back bedroom I was renting out.

Then I was at a Victorian Motel that I ran with someone. I was in the room with this writer that was trying to seduce me. He was wearing a red velvet robe, kinda like Hugh Hefneresque. He was giving another woman and I some kind of rose flavored delicacy licquor that tasted awesome. She was laying on a chaise lounge in a floral robe that was slightly open. Her boobs looked like she just had surgery on them because you could see the blue stitches sticking out from beside her nipples. Freaky. She was saying something to me about her husband leaving her and now it didn't matter. I remember filling up my drink glass, and walking down the stairs quickly thinking I didn't want to get involved with those two. Then I was in the car with some friends on our way to a party at the beach. They all had something to drink with them and I decided that I wanted a bottle of wine. Stop at that liquor store I said, we pulled in.

It was some kind of middle eastern place with brass plates and rugs. When we went in, it turned from a liquor store to more of a restaurant/hash house. There were people wandering around everywhere. There was a kitchen where they were preparing food. I could smell it. There was one room I walked in that reminded me of a haunted house I visited as a child. Stark white with some silhouetted stark arrangement in the corner. Sometimes that feeling, when a room is full of nothing, can be intimidating to me.

The following room I walked into there was a woman in white and graying sari, she was in her 80's I would guess. She had long silver scraggly hair. She started to profess to me about life. When she finally looked at me, she had lizard eyes, yellow opalescent with slits in them. I felt so at peace with her, as in I thought she needed me for some reason thats why she was seeking me out. She said, you have suffered for a long time. Its been a long long time for you. I said, Can i help you with something? She said, its not quite over but not much longer. I offered to help her to a seat. And left her with the friends she had there. I wandered back through some rooms with various themes that were part Indian, part Middle eastern. And lots of people, wind chimes and drinks.

After that, we are back at the beach with friends we are waiting for fireworks. Its night time and dark out. The moon is amazingly full. I mean it was HUGE and sitting right on the water. I remember thinking is it going to set completely? I don't want it to go away. Very surreal. The water was rough, but dark and inviting but I didn't get in. Instead we sat and watched the water, then headed home on foot down the boulevard.

Now.... Monday night. I don't remember how it started. Or if this is the exact way it started. The main them of the movie was me downtown somewhere with a friend hanging out. We were near a water park and decide to go there. We were in the swimming pool. There were people in the hot tub. Somebody kept throwing a boat in the hot tub. I was confused about that so I went over there and said to my friend, lets get this boat out into the big pool. She kept saying NO.. I said fine! Anyone else want to go? No response, so I jumped into the boat. Then a young man jumped in with me. He was sitting behind me. It was kind of strange since I didn't know him,I went with it. the boat went up a ramp. Then down a ramp, the up and down these conveyor belts, then drop you like at the water park~ We were having a great time. But he was really quiet. Then the young mans father came up and said, I need to talk to you. We parted ways, I got an uncomfortable feeling. I went back to check on the boy and found him dead. I knew that his father had something to do with it. He was going to try and frame me for the incident. I realized no one had found out what was going on just yet so I hid. I remembered the boy and I had left our cell phones somewhere. Then as everyone was distracted by the body, I snuck back and got both our cell phones and some other recording devices I found that the father planted and was planning to use to set me up. I wrapped them up in a bandanna and took off without any clothes on. Just my bathing suit. At the moment I was coming out of the building the "father" shows up and sees me carrying the bundle... I run out into the streets. And lose him in the city traffic. I end up at a close by eating hole that is full of pirates!~ (I think that came from seeing pictures of Pirate Days Ventura Harbor last weekend.) I sat down, ordered a coffee, and proceeded to check out what I had collected. Then I woke up.

Steve Earle was my bad a*s Faulknerian lover. Sounds like a great song huh? Funny it was like we had always known each other and always comfortable with each other. But the shortest part of the whole dream. Ha! whew! I typed this fast and furiously to get it out of my head while I can remember it. Do you guys dream like this? Or am I the "lucky one"?

Brandon & Claudia

Last night I dreamt I was on a date with Brandon Frasier. and no... it wasn't sexual.

Dreams

I normally type my dreams out on my Dream blog. I don't do that as much anymore. This life has gotten crazy, and I don't have the best "organizational skills". If I did, there wouldn't be forgotten birthday cards, Kid would be enrolled in camp, etc.

Last nights dream has begun to fade. But in the dream I was at a crossroad. The same road, over and over again. I remember it was on top of a hill. It was a sunny day. I stopped at the road, looking around at the houses around me. I recognized my town, but not the houses. This was a new corner for me. I would approach the intersection from the same side over and over again. No cars one time. One car another time. But sunny and nothing to be worried about. I would cross the street then the dream would move on to another section. After that brief segment, I would be back on the same corner, and crossing the street again. Same time, same position, same lighting, same grass, same houses, same motion with my head.

Now, my first reaction was that I am at a crossroads. Its time to cross a road regarding something. I don't know where it is I am going. The segments in between these crossings involved a cabin with some friends, sleeping and partying. One of the scenes was a hotel where I was with some family. I don't know how all this interacts. But it does.

One of the interesting thing about my dreams is that in time all these elements make sense. They come to life in some way and I am enlightened to what it was trying to tell me. The pain in the ass is that I don't get it right away when I see the pictures.

I believe its time for me to get back into the studio and start doing artwork again. I need the relief. And the inspiration. And the outlet. Art is a part of what makes me who I am. Time to reconnect. Maybe thats what this dream is telling me.

ANYWAY! Its Wednesday, I keep thinking its Tuesday, and I have just enough clean clothes that I don't have to do laundry till Friday! now THAT is accomplishment for me this week. SAD... very very sad.

gotta get a life. :wink:

What is UP!?

I don't understand whats up with Will Farrell in my dreams. I had a dream about him again last night. Maybe its because "Blades of Glory" was on HBO this weekend. And Talladega Nights, was on Encore. I only watched a few mins of each, seeing as I didn't feel like explaining to the toddler what was going on.

Last night it was like some kind of elfin kingdom. We were in the woods at a resort. Interesting thing about Will in my dreams? Its like he is my big brother, only not! We have a great relationship, laughing and talking. Nothing overly sexual, and it makes me feel relaxed and comfortable. I don't even LIKE Will Ferrell.

Maybe its a sign. I used to dream about Oprah constantly till I moved to Santa Barbara. Maybe I should find out where Will lives and make a visit. Something may be waiting for me there. Or maybe I should take up comedy writing. Dream interpretation is NOT my strong suit, but there is so much information there. I need a studio. Desparately. Time to be creative ad nauseam.