Last night’s dream:
I’m walking up and down curved sidewalks, in a town I don’t know. I see a lady through a dirty window of an empty apartment. She’s cleaning. Old violin and guitar cases are on the covered porch, looking dusty and hot. I start to pick up a violin case, just to see if the weight is heavy enough for it to be occupied by a violin. I open it.
The violin is curvy, like the sidewalks I am walking. It smells like Spruce and dirt, a heavy scent that almost makes me sneeze. For a split second, I think of taking it due to it’s obvious abuse. It’s wasting on a sidewalk porch, and I’ll give it a better home, I’m thinking. I look around at the other cases, wondering what they hold. I think better of taking it, and put it down.
The lady inside cleaning walks out to the covered porch. She’s a happy woman, with a grin like she knows me. I ask her about the instruments. She speaks to me as if I’m an old friend, telling me to take some of them. All of the sudden I feel like I shouldn’t. Oh no, I say, please let me pay you for them. No, take some of them, she says. I notice she doesn’t tell me to take all of them, and begin to wonder what she’s going to do with them. I ask. She tells me that the owner is someone else, but she’s sure she doesn’t mind, as she is on her way to take them to a shop. I ask which one, and she points to a few, one of which was the one I first chose. I’m happy. I pick it up to leave, and she points to another part of the porch. It’s a jewelry table, she says. Take it!
I wake up.
Oh wow. A happy dream.
Outta pure boredom, I’ve had an urge to post new dreams. Well, nightmarish in this case, but all is well.
Last night’s dream:
I am driving uphill onto the Kemah bridge, going the speed limit, but notice that the bridge is steeper than usual. My car suddenly goes into some kind of overdrive, and speeds up so fast that I fly up into the air as I hit the top of the bridge. It accelerates about a mile into the sky, causing me to black out due to the g-force. I gain consciousness as the car nosedives over the bridge. All I can think of is the crash landing and how to prepare. I wake up.
The Astronaut and the Velcro Cat
posted 05/08/05
Music: Midnight Train To Georgia
I met astronaut Jim Weatherby last night…commander of 6 NASA Shuttle missions. We went down the street to Mediterraneo Cafe off of NASA Road One. Jim happened to be drummer for a great band that was playing there.
During the break, I asked him about his dreams in space. He said that he didn’t actually sleep that much on his missions since they were relatively brief, so it would be good to contact some of the astronauts that worked in space for longer durations, who have more chances to dream because they have longer to adapt to the space environment.
Then he remembered a short dream he had while on a mission. In it, his cat was visiting him in space, licking his neck. When he awoke, a piece of velcro was floating in the zero g, flapping at his neck.
I’m doing some JS reconstruction surgery here. Read if you want, but it’s mostly for me.
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Talking Dead Boar
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posted 01/27/05
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music:
Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
Lately I’ve experienced quite a few talking animals in my dreams.
1/27/05
I am working on a necropsy with a calloused veterinarian that no longer seems to care about his job. As I watch him gathering his tools for the necropsy, I am holding a deadblack puppy in my arms. I look up to see a huge black pig (boar) on the cold steel table. His teeth are at least 4 inches long, and look like tusks. He has an underbite like Madi’s (my Lhasa Apso) and there is blood on the steel table. I do not have the heart to put down the dead black puppy, so I keep holding it close. I am supposed to be helping the vet but am not happy that we have to cut up these animals, so I am staring at the big pig on the table.
Suddenly, I see him breath a shallow breath. I am very excited, so I try to get the vet’s attention to tell him. He ignores me. I blurt out, “hey, the pig is breathing!” The vet ignores me again and gets out his cold steel knife. I try to tell him again. This goes on for a little while, and he keeps ignoring me.
The pig then takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye, da peeg’s still bwee-ething he says, and smiles (I think). I am relieved and excited, but for some reason, I climb upon the steel table with the pig and the puppy, who takes a deep breath at the same time I do. I almost cry when I realize the puppy is also still alive. I am happy for the animals, but the vet is still clueless.
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I’m playing here. This is my daughter, in the snow, freezing because she didn’t believe me when I told her it was cold out there. We were visiting my family in Amarillo. Here in Houston, it’s warm. Not a flake in sight. Waaa.
This year has brought many changes…Just a bit sad, but happy to be here with wordpress. I’m going to try to upload some of my old JS journal, beginning from January of 2005, once I capture bits and pieces of it. I hope to find new friends here as well as some of my old JS friends. ~gaily
I am a nanny for a large family of very intelligent children. While swinging the 9 month old baby boy around in my arms, making airplane sounds, I explain to him that he should not be using drugs. In a very adult-like voice, he tells me he likes using drugs and that he’s okay. 
gaily