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posted 02/18/05
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I am inside of a dream, inside of that dream. I was asking initially (in the first layer of the dream), for a guide because something had happened to mine. Upon asking I fall into the second layer. I see two Indian saints-at least that is who I think it is. One of them is looking into my eyes, touching my face when I fall into a deeper layer. Here, a flash of light-bright yellow and white-ignites me. Orange sparks fly into and away from my body at the same time. It is almost as if I have been electrocuted, but in a good way. ha. I wake up.
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January 12, 2009
St. Dream
January 10, 2009
Talking Purple Peacock Kitten
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Talking Purple Peacock Kitten
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posted 01/28/05
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music:
Satisfaction by Cat Power 1-28-05 The mother’s voice interrupts and says to be careful of thekitten, that he is verrrrry mean. I laugh and begin looking for the kitten, knowing that it is in the shower, bottom left corner. I reach in to get it. It is growling and hissing at me, trying to scare me. It is a dark corner and the kids are waiting, watching to see if the kitten attacks me. I laugh again and pick him up, cuddling him in my palm. He is a bright purplish-bluish-peacock-lookingishkitten with electric blue eyes. The second he sees me laughing, he says in a high pitched baby voice “It’s not funny.” He can tell that I see through his anger and know that his nature is sweet and innocent. |
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. Old Dream, New Post
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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Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult Lately I’ve experienced quite a few talking animals in my dreams. 1/27/05 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. |
January 2, 2009
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.
January 1, 2009
New Dreamy Beginnings (from a JS Refugee)
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
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