bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- analyze this does music play a signifigant part in anyone else's dreams? This one time, i had this crazy-whack dream about how i was going on some blind date that was set up by some blind-date-ish tv show (mind you, this was 6 years ago, too) and i wasn't me. i mean, i was me, but i didn't look like me. instead of being some short little round mousy campbell-soup looking kid, i was this tall light-complected african american girl, and man, was i *stacked*. So, to get to this 'kid center' where my 'blind date' worked, i had to park my car inside this garage, where these shiney silver things lifted my car into the air, and i got out, stepping on the shiny silver floor, that had V shaped tracks on it, but as soon as i stepped on them, they started to fall, like in Mario Brothers, so i had to move super-quick. SO, i get inside, and it's like a kid's rec center and all of a sudden i'm really super self conscious of what i'm wearing, because it's short and not really appropriate to be playing with kids in, so we're all sitting in a circle (oh, i met my blind date too. he's also african american, and nicely let me his jacket to put on my lap while we sat on the floor) so we're all sitting in a circle discussing the last book we read, and the kids all have these heavy, complicated books, and as it turns out, the last thing i read was judith voirst's Alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day. and the kids all scoff at me, but the adults seem cool with it. so then...i dunno...something happens...and i'm in a white loft-room area, with walls that were built after the building was renovated, because they don't go all the way to the ceiling...and i'm looking at this beautiful figurative artwork on the walls and there's similar sculpture in the middle on the room, and i'm aware of some really smarmy r-n-b , like r.kelly kinda stuff playing and i hear...two..people...for lack of a better word, 'getting it on' and i realize that's *me* and this guy, but not really, cause here i am in this room by myself looking at art (gee, doesn't this sound familiar) and i open a door, and all of a sudden it's bjork's Human behaviour, and it looks like the cantina scene from star wars where there's just all sorts of crazy cyclops people and people in burlap hoods, etc. crazy. last night, i dreamt i was watching some movie previews and then all of a sudden, i heard the dead teenagers doing 'shop hard on logan circle' and i look up and it's this totally cool video shot in a metro stop. but ryan wasn't playing with them, it was rocket from the crypt's latest drummer, ruby mars. and rob (ryan's best friend) was sitting next to me, and i asked where ryan was. although...oh, i'm not going to get into it. but it's really weird how clear some songs are in my dreams. 1:01 p.m. - 2001-07-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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