strictly roots.
Lately I’ve been having lots of weird dreams and forgetting them quickly and/or not recording them. This one deserves a little rumination, though.
Last night I had one of those dreams that make sense at the time, but then you can’t put it all together when you’re awake and, yknow, attempting to follow an actual logic. [...]
Don’t read too much into this one, kids. Here’s hoping Mary comes back to Jeff so she can do it many more ways.
Also, on an unrelated note, I had a dream the other night that I killed a spider that was having babies and that was carrying two mini pierogies and one spool of thread. [...]
I’ve had numerous dreams lately, and several just last night, ranging from mundane to recurring to fantastic. I shall share the latter with you presently:
I was helping on the sidelines at football game (not a pro game, just some dudes playing on a field somewhere, but it was organized) and then it turned into a [...]
Dreams? Yes, I’ve had some lately.
One in which I angered, then was physically attacked by, a very docile good friend.
One in which I was with someone who was taming/fighting with snakes.
One in which I MESSED UP THE DATE OF A SHOW IN THE PAPER AND WAS REMORSEFUL AND HOPED TO SOMEHOW REDEEM MYSELF (this was [...]
I had a couple weird dreams this weekend.
In the first, I went to see Abysme (Brad and Mike and Tim’s band which I have yet to see in my waking life) play and it was in a space that was in the basement of where Gatto is now in the factory plaza in front of [...]
Sorry, the return to work after all of two days off was kinda rough. I’m kinda sick, and my TV broke for good I think, and my drain was all clogged and that depressed me (but Liquid Plumbr came to the rescue), etc. etc. etc.
Also, the dreams: the ones about malfunctioning elevators that jar me [...]
Sorry I’ve been absent. Chronic heat stroke.
The current window display at Carl W. Hermann Furs downtown on Smithfield (between 6th and 7th Avenues, near my work) is fascinating, give it a look if you’re in the neighborhood. Disembodied mannequin parts abound: skirted legs with no torsos, hanging hands with gloves, crooked arms suspended with monofilament, [...]
It’s been a while since the last dream post, and the dreams of late have been plentiful. I don’t remember nearly as much as I dream, though. A few select memories:
A bird gets in the house; I don’t have a net to catch it with, so I somehow catch it in a big jar using [...]