For Betty

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My parents are friends with two couples that they've known since college. So all of us kids grew up together, etc. Last night I dreamt that one of the kids in one family was really the son of the dad of the other family. It was weird and I didn't like it. Why did I have to dream something disturbing like that, why couldn't it just be nice and Sherpa like, with soccerballs and stuff.

Blech

Last night I dreamt that I was looking myself in the mirror, but i had facial hair everywhere. I was a hairy lil' ol sherpa. The worst thing about it is i remembered shaving it off twice but to no avail, back it came with a vengance.

With tha KILL!!!!!!!!

Well, I got my wish, sorta. Last night's creation involved me being in this two-person team volleyball tournament. While volleyball was one of the activites that I did actually feel I could competently participate in during PE in junior high...There's no way I've got hops enough to punch like Misty May. And thus no way in hell I'd ever do something like that in real life. So in the dream the odd thing was my team partner was this guy (no clue who it was...) And I was wearing rasta colored socks. And I gratefully didn't have to actually play, because before we got to the court, someone had thrown slime and noodles all over the court. So instead I had to clean it up (and not show everyone what a sucky player I was? DARN!)

PS if the playing partner in question had been Matt Fuerbringer, I don't think I could have played either, because I would have been in gorgeousness-induced paralysis. 6' 7" Stanford grad, and an Aquarius. Unfortunately, married.

Darn you Betty!

So, last night the last thing i read was SaucyBetty saying how she's jealous of my dreams...Last night I proceeded to have a dream about three different dudes. All three were at my parent's house. I know the three from real life. Two in my ward and the other was an ex boyfriend. Well, the main part of the dream was me trying to make sure the three boys in the house didn't know of each other. And then my lil' bro was in the dream showing me a book...but i can't remember what the book was. The ex-boyfriend was putting the moves on, but I didn't want him to....mostly because i was mad that we hadn't communicated for over a month.

Somehow it seems appropriate here

Hey, so I have this dream of actually meeting Saucy Betty and I was talking to my folks yesterday and they mentioned going to LA or San Diego over Christmas.....................

I was going to post my latest dream here...

But honestly, who cares.

Could have done without that one.

So the dream last night was that my ex-something created a linkup profile because our mutual friend told him about the site. I was embarrassed that he'd read my profile because I'm fat. Now that I'm not in the reverie of dreamland, I can't tell you how many things are wrong with this scenario. One, the guy is married so I seriously doubt that he'd make a linkup profile; if he did because he was looking to "date"...who needs him! I will never reward a cheater. Two, if, indeed I am feeling fat, you can't tell it by looking at my profile picture, that's for sure. Three...I could give a crap about this guy! I haven't thought about him in years.

On a related note...notice how Ruby's dreams are all about Grandparents and soccerballs and Trader Joes? Things that have nothing to do with relationships/dudes. Another reason I envy the Ruby.

Indecision re: allocation of resources. In other words, boring.

Well this one is going to be a fragment. For those of you who don't know, I used to live in North County San Diego. Liked it lots. My grandma lived there too, in Oceanside, until she passed away on New Years this year. Anyway, in my dream last night, I was in a room, like a library or study in a house, and there were posters in a stack on this table that was pushed up against a book case. In my dream it was my Grandma's house, but in real life, it looked nothing like it. For some reason I was trying to figure out wether I wanted to go visit my old roommate that still lives down there. And then I woke up. It was a weird wake up though. Like I was in the middle of my dream, and suddenly my brain switched on and was like, "time to get up!"...at 5:45am. Thanks brain.

Dirty Mattress

So all I remember about my dream last night is that I was somewhere in like a warehouse or something, and there were all these people in rows laying on mattresses sleeping right next to eachother. It wasn't a bad context either, say like being in a shelter or prison camp or whatever. So then out of nowhere secret crush #1 lies down next to me (lays? lies? I'm an English major...I should know this!!!!!) and I'm like wtf? He was nice and it was totally innocent, but then I got up and left because I couldn't deal with it. That's all I remember, I'm sure there was more to it. Really wish I would stop dreaming about him. I don't even think about him in the waking life...

Not the pounds I want to lose!

When did I have this dream? Probably from Thursday-Friday night last week. In real life, I just got back from London. I had been working at a law firm there for a couple of weeks. They paid me "under the table"--cash in an envelope. I dreamt that I got a letter from them and they were like, "Could you please send us back £50 from what we sent you? We evaluated the work you did and feel that we overpaid."

I don't really know why I had this dream, because in real life they were very complimentary of the work I did...calling people and sending letters and stuff. Whatevs. I think I had the dream because I thought I got paid crap. That's probably it. Rule Britannia.

It's official. I had another losing my teeth dream. In this one I had a loose tooth that I was wiggling and it just came right out. It wasn't painful, but I could see a tooth underneath. Even though it was just a minute detail in my dream...We all know what that means! Classic "loss of power" metaphor. The interesting twists being...I pulled it out myself, meaning I'm the one making myself powerless; and there was what looked like another tooth poking out below, which would indicate slow development....just now getting my adult teeth at 30! Again proof that dreams don't really tell us anything that we didn't know to begin with.

tsunami

i dreamt that i was in a tsunami...after the waves washed over us and everyone was okay, we just sat on the beach watching the other waves

ERRONEOUS!! ERRONEOUS!!

Picture it, The Italian Lake Country, 2005. I was stoked to go to Italy, but bummed that I would only have time to visit where I'd already been...Lago di Como (Which in reality I have NOT been to, and is like the only place in Italy I wanna go, well that and Positano, and Cinque Terre, and back to Ischia and Capri, and Cortina d'Ampezzo.) Ok, so I fly in on this Sea Plane looking thing, and I'm there with my sister, who mysteriously never visually appears in the dream. So, all of a sudden, I am in a private room, presumably in the hotel where I'm staying, and Vince Vaughn is getting all up ons. I don't think he's Italian, but who knows. All of a sudden our little nooky-fest is interrupted because my plane is departing (told you it was a quick trip!) in five minutes, and I haven't even packed. I rush into my room to throw my things together, and can't even find my sister. But somehow it comes about that we're leaving at another time. So I go back to "resume" with Funtime Vince, only to find he's just stepped into the elevator to leave and take off for wherever he's going.

So do you see what I mean? I don't even get what I want IN MY DREAMLIFE. And how about this picture? I don't think it's really Vince. More like Vincent Perez, he of the smouldering gaze.

And yes, to date, I have seen Wedding Crashers 3 times and paid full price.

PS I think the lake country was the setting because I just watched the new Gwen Stefani video, which is set there. That bitch has everything.

a small "incestuous" mormon community

So, this new dude Leonard has been expressing interest in me. He's cute, nice, fun etc etc
However, apparently he recently broke the heart of a friend's friend who is now dating a guy who i went to gettyburgh with and seemed to be a little into me the first of the month......but i didn't pursue it because i was being stalked by his roommate.

Which is funny because i don't date a ton, don't think every guy is after me etc etc etc

The answering machine

Last night I dreamt about the voice mail on my cell phone. Later on, I had a different dream. My boss called me to tell me that the voice mail on my phone was simply unprofessional. I listened to it and realized I must have changed it while i was asleep............

This article makes me happy.

Current Affairs Covered Like Nobody's Business

By Peter Carlson
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, July 19, 2005; C01

It's high time for those high-minded, highbrow media critics to get down on their knobby knees and bleat out an apology to the hardworking men and women of America's cheeseball magazines.

These snooty, snotty critics are forever yipping and yapping about how magazines just don't spend time and money to really dig deep into the stories they cover.

Well, maybe that's true for trivial topics like global warming or the budget deficit or genocide in Sudan, but it's definitely not true for one of the great epics of our time: the star-crossed love triangle of Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie.

When it comes to Brad & Jen & Angelina -- and now Vince Vaughn, who may or may not be Jen's new squeeze -- nothing can stop America's great cheeseball magazines, which are, of course, Us and Star. Say what you want, they've stayed with this story for months , spending a fortune to chase the libidinous celebs literally around the world, following every twist of the story, even some that weren't, in the strictest sense, actually true.

Look at this week's Star. Not only does it have a piece on Jen and Vince's "Steamy Nights Together!" and a "World Exclusive! -- Brad & Angelina to Wed!" -- but it also has an interview with the grandmother of the Ethiopian baby that Angelina recently adopted.

"When Star learned that Angelina Jolie was adopting a child in Ethiopia," writes editor Joe Dolce, "we rushed two reporters to the scene. They immediately flew to the capital city of Addis Ababa and then made an arduous six-hour trek -- by jeep over rough, rugged roads -- to the tiny village of Awassa, where Angelina's baby was born."

Very impressive!

But no more impressive than Us, which ran a story on the adoption (and Brad & Angelina's subsequent weekend getaway in France) that credited no fewer than 12 reporters: one in Ethiopia, one in France, two in London, three in New York, four in Los Angeles and one in Chicago. Us also called in not just one but two handwriting experts to analyze an autograph that Aniston recently gave to a fan in Chicago, which showed that Jen is "very private" and that love is important to her.

This is the kind of no-stone-left-unturned reporting that ought to win awards. But the high-minded, highbrow folks who bestow awards would rather eat worms than give one to the cheeseballs.

Fortunately, we at the Magazine Reader are low-minded lowbrows, so we've created our own Cheeseball Magazine Awards for excellence in covering Brad & Jen & Angelina & Vince.

The envelopes, please:

Most Thought-Provoking Headline: Star. "Brad Gets Naked With Angelina!"

Best Question: Us. Discussing how Brad's love for Angelina lured him into aiding her Third World refugee work, Us asked the question on everyone's mind: "Could Aniston's loss be the developing world's gain?"

Best Freudian Analysis: Star quoted a "longtime friend" of Aniston's saying, "Brad felt Jen has never resolved the feelings of abandonment that began when her father John left her mom Nancy."

Most Creative Use of Alleged Experts: This was a tough call. Both mags have burrowed deep into their Rolodexes, dialing up scads of shrinks, body language experts, relationship gurus and countless unnamed alleged insiders. But Us took the prize for quoting in a single issue (Jan. 31) the author of the book "Breakup Girl to the Rescue!" plus the author of "Will Our Love Last?" plus the author of "The Love Compatibility Book," as well as "the creator of DivorceBusting.com."

Best Policy Wonk Moment: A tie. Both Star and Us ran pictures of that magic moment when Angelina greeted Richard Gere at the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland.

Best Advice to a Member of the Love Triangle: Star, for calling in "former supermodel" Janice Dickinson to offer sage advice to Aniston on how to win Brad back: "Have a showdown with Angelina Jolie. Hell, you and Angelina ought to have an affair! You'd be a hot couple!"

Most Prodigious Use of Exclamation Points!!: Star!! It's not even close!!!

Best Refutation of the Idea That Tax Cuts for the Rich Help the American Economy: Star reported Jan. 17 that Brad & Jen and their pals Courteney Cox Arquette and David Arquette spent $100,000 for a week's rental of a beach house in the British West Indies.

Best 180-Degree Reversal: After running a cover story on the alleged Aniston-Vaughn romance on July 11, Us reported this week that "there have been no signs of romance."

Biggest Screw-Up: Star, for its Jan. 17 cover story: "Brad & Jen Back On! It's Baby Time!" Ooops!

Weirdest Simultaneous Cover Headlines (particularly when you consider that if both were true the story would have ended right there):

Us, Feb. 14: "Brad Wants Jen Back!"

Star, Feb. 14: "Jen Fights to Get Brad Back!"

Most Thought-Provoking Polling Data: Star: "58% of single females say they would give up sex for a year for one Valentine's Day date with Brad Pitt."

Best Historical Sidebar Story: Star, for the Feb. 28 piece titled "More Man-Eaters, Past & Present," which revealed "Who They Are" and "Who They Ate" and included Ava Gardner, who ate Frank Sinatra, and Elizabeth Taylor, who ate Eddie Fisher. In an era when our schools just don't teach enough history, this was a major public service.

Best Blatantly Fake Photos: Under normal circumstances, Star would have snagged this award by illustrating its July 4 cover story, "Is Angelina Pregnant With Brad's Baby?," with computer-generated photos of what "Brad and Angelina's babies might look like." But W, the fashion magazine, seized this award with its July issue, which contained a 60-page photo essay in which Brad and Angelina and a gaggle of cute tykes portrayed an early '60s-era dysfunctional family. (The key question here is: Does W qualify as a cheeseball magazine? After much debate, we at Mag Reader have concluded that it does, although it peddles a classier cheese. Call it a brieball mag.)

Best Reason for Continuing the Brad & Jen & Angelina & Vince Madness for at Least a Few More Months: Less room for stories on the Tom Cruise-Katie Holmes affair.

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death of a crush.....(not mine)

I don't really think he needs your help, but thanks anyway.

A Wife For Prince William

Admit it, we've all dreamt it.

Move over Liam!!! Jack White is in the house!

Last night I dreamt that I was being pursued by Jack White. When I say pursued, I mean, I was totally okay with this. That's right, Jack, was my boyfriend. But in my dream he was really chaste. Meg White was telling me thats why he is always getting married. We were in a yellow room in a grungy old house, he was playing guitar, she was playing drums and then he proposed to me. But wouldn't kiss me because we weren't married yet.
Um yeah. This dream defies all sense of logic, but hey dreamlandia is fun!!

My OBX, My Dream

So, last night I dreamt I was at the OBX. I went to pick up Saucy Betty and took her to the best beach to surf at, but the beach was packed with surf fishermen. We watched a little and then went back to the hotel where we were supposed to meet everyone. However, the other peeps weren't around. So, then we went back to the beach. The beach was like a giant aquarium and you could see the sea life swimming around, there was coral (which is funny, because obx is just a giant sand bar). Needless to say, Saucy Betty was telling me it was much cooler in Bermuda. I remember laughing, and we just sat back and watched the animals.

Hiding out

Sunday evening. I'm hiding out in my roommate's room because my computer is still dead. My other roommate is hosting Noche de Hogar in our living room and I'm feeling shy. My roommate is currently watching some british mini-series set in the 19th century. Why is it that soap operas are okay if the actors wear period clothes and have english accents? And ya know, i like Emma and Pride and prejudice (bbc version).

Just a random thought from a fugitive (well, not a real fugitive-I could go visit a friend i guess)

Update: My roommate who went back home a week ago has called 5 times in the past 30 minutes. Her best friend, my other roommate is avoiding her because she is watching a movie with lines like "he wrote violent love to me" and "she's a jiltin' jessie"

Here I come to save the day!

Rest assured chillins, I finally had a dream. Better said, I finally have time to write down my dream and actually remember it. It was one of those that made me late to work, because I thought I was already awake and on my way to work. Except my back molar fell out before I left for work. SYMBOLISIM ALERT. It's generally accepted that teeth falling out in dreams=dreamer feels lack of power in their life. Could that be because I haven't been paid in 6 week and am totally dreading confronting my boss? I had a headache about it all day long yesterday. I even dreamed that I still had a headache. I dreamed that I was arguing with myself whether to call in sick or not. I'm glad I didn't. But I'm bummed that I'm even in this work scenario. I'm doomed to always have crap at work.

this is our last post????

The Witches of Highland

The past week I must not be sleeping well due to a couple of "head traumas" (that sounds much serious than they actually were) because I've been having crazy dreams that I remember.

Last night I dreamt that I was at home hanging out and it was the weekend. Marilyn was in the kitchen cooking with Mari and Terri. In the sink was our large plastic bowl and there were 4 aquarium fish in there. One brown one, one grey fish, one black fish and a goldfish. I asked Marilyn what was up and she said that "Laura Fox, Becca (I work with her), Vienna, and one of the aquarium fish are in there." Mari replied that Vienna turns herself into a fish every weekend. Vienna was the goldfish and the girls started to get concerned because the other fish were picking on her. However, they couldn't turn them back because they weren't sure what to do about the aquarium fish. They didn't know what would happen if they turned it into a human. Oh, in this dream, I wasn't a witch, just all of my roommates (who i love and do not think are witches in real life).

I will post a dream this week, I promise!!!

Just as soon as I have one.

soccerballs and trader joes 

Trader Joe Bags

Last night, I was playing soccer. Beautiful night, perfect field, easy game. Needless to say, the mentally challenged girl that plays on the other team and I were going for the ball, she tripped and head butted me in the temple. Apparently she didn't have much control of the situation. Anyway, the left side of my head and part of my face is swollen, sore and i can't even yawn. But it happens. Just one of those things.

Anyway, last night I had a dream involving trader joe grocery bags and a hot guy with a mustang and sexy sunglasses but I can't remember anymore details. crazy concussion!!!

She talks to fish.....and Michael Caine is her grandpa

I haven't been able to post for a few days, oh yeah because my computer is (hopefully temporarily) dead.

This weekend I had two dreams that I made a conscious effort to remember.

Friday night, I dreamt that I was in New York staying in a posh hotel with my bro Rich and Mom. We were a little fish out of water, staying in the hotel. Rich and I were younger-in our early teens. Turns out that we were there to hang out with our grandpas. My mom's father was Michael Caine and my dad's father was Robert Redford. Michael Caine was hillarious, Robert Redford not so much.

Sunday night I dreamt that I was on a bench in the desert. Next to me was a pretty stream, the water was clear and the stream had no vegetation, it was just dirt. I was sitting there and 4 huge "bull trouts" (thats what i figured they were in my dream) came up to me and I started talking to the fish. They were cute in an ugly sort of way and then I was sad because I knew my other brother Steven would fish there and the fish had no food.

Bizarre dream.

A couple of nights ago

I had a dream that I was talking to my friend Adam (not to be confused with the other Adam). Adam and I were best friends in high-school, he wrote me every week of his mission, we had a falling out about 4 years ago, and he married Adrianne another vernal peep) 2 years ago. Now, since our falling out i hadn't seen him although we have talked. Last August, Adrianne was talking on the phone with her sister and died unexpectedly. I heard that Adam isn't doing that well when i was in Vernal last which was over a month ago. So, in my dream I was talking to him and he wasn't doing well, but by the end of the dream he seemed happier.

I'm wondering if I had the dream because I'm concerned or if I need to contact him.....

Is it a little sad

that we've been buds for like a year but just chatted for the first time last night?


Holla girl!

I love that we both have

Dear Frankie at the top of our Netflix queues.

Hoo Drops the ball yet again....

So the first dream I did not report last week basically was Me and Sherp CHILLIN.....with dudes, one of whom was....wait for it....Brad Pitt. It was way rad, he thought we were funny as hell. Sherp definitely exceeded expectations for our first time meeting, and she gracefully endured my smelly feet, although she couldn't help giggling about them.

Last night's dream...well at this point I only remember the part that happened right before I woke up. This is one that I totally rue, because it was yet another in the "hoo gets rejected by men even in her own dreams" genre. It included a certain real life crush, visiting my sisters and I in this new condo(?). Everything was great until I started yelling at the neighbors for letting their kids come in and trash our new condo. They responded by calling me white trash, and I responded by yelling at them that I have a masters degree from UCLA (it's a lie, but how do they know?). Guess seeing that side of me kinda turned him off. The real killer is that I wouldn't have even had this part of my dream if I had got up and gone for a jog like I intended...untill I turned off the alarm and slept an extra hour. Double damn.

Duplicate Post! I dream of being an expert and passionate kisser, with someone i feel passionate about.

Part Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

Part Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

tampax boxes are so cool

Sat. night I dreamt that the 80 ct tampax box I bought recently (and haven't opened) was the coolest box in there. In amongst the "treats" were razors, a cd, massage oils....everything a girl needs. Other people were around me (men and women) and were jealous of my tampax box...

OUCH! That Hurts!!!

Ok so I didn't get to post this until now, but I had this dream from thurs/fri where I had a big snake in my purse (Don't ask me why...dreams aren't logical), all coiled up, except it was sealed in a plastic bag. I am such a sucker for being kind to animals, that I opened the bag because I was afraid that it wasn't getting oxygen, and the thing came hurtling at me with its fangs fully bared and it's jaws a perfect vertical...I thought it was a python, so I didn't expect to have to take evasive action like that. That's when I threw on the brakes and literally popped my eyes open and woke up. I didn't want to find out how that dream was going to end.

I had to go brush my teeth, read a little, etc before I got back into bed. And then I sat ontop of my feet, because I was convinced that snakes were going to come up from the end of the bed under my blankets. That's because my teacher in 5th grade told us this story about a guy in the amazon that has this poisonous snake sneak into his sleeping bag and curl up on his stomach, so his buddy has to cut a hole in the bottom of the bag and smoke the snake out without upsetting him or making him bite the guy, because it was a rare breed and they were in the middle of the jungle and didn't have any antivenin.

Yes I am almost 30 and I still get freaked out like that. I'm kind of thinking this is all prophetic in a way because friday morning my mom told me that she was moving out because my parents are finally getting divorced.

Memory Lapse

I had a really cool dream last night involving a red sheet and my mother. I don't think i dreamt she was a bull fighter. I don't think I did, but now I never will know. Oh well.

So, the mystery about Jim deepens. My roommate Vienna works with him and knows his fiancee.

Vienna: It's a joke right?
Ruby: I don't think so
Vienna: I know her. she's 20. I've seen the two interact. I'd never picture it together. They weren't acting like they were dating. No, I just don't see it

(Vienna proceeds to spend the next two hours watching Ray with me and muttering to herself as how weird it was)

So the facts. She's one of the interns last semester (he's an intern coordinator for a senator). They weren't dating or showed any sign of dating when she saw them together. She even saw them with her parents. She (Delia) is 20, as of a few weeks ago and this summer is living in Idaho. They had only been dating a few weeks before he proposed apparently.

I hate being a snoop, but some mysteries are oh so fascinating. Oh, and both Vienna and I wish the couple success!

Last night

I didn't dream about a celebrity. I dreamt about some 20 something' guy I've never met. He was cute he liked me and kelli (my best friend) was yelling at me and carrying around a list. That's all I remember. In other news, it was 88 degrees in our house. Time to turn on the AC

Only Partial Performance Anxiety

I only recall the very end of my dream from last night/this morning. It involved hugging Ian. Except he looked like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man and came up to my shoulders. After I hugged him, I stepped outside onto this bluff overlooking the ocean to set up my two man insta-tent that I just love infront of the door of this house. This lady came out of this house/building (where I had just been) and said that I shouldn't put it infront of the door...I didn't realize I had. So then she put her "tent" up further out on the bluff....it was like this insta-two story house made out of particle board. And it overlooked the ocean. I wanted to go surfing and the lady kept saying that the water was warm, but I didn't believe her, because the water in CA is never WARM. It can be not cold, but it's never warm. And I admit, the waves looked a bit beyond my skill level. So I went in the lady's particle board tent/house...and it had stairs. I think I had this dream because there are two women in My home ward that I am totally jealous of their lives...

The dream of Non Commital Make out partners

In the quest to avoid relationships and yet have a makeout buddy, I agreed to makeout with a friend/acquaintance named Jim. Jim was cute, flirty and yet I knew I didn't want to date him. We made out a few times in October, he felt guilty about it, he dated someone and then we made out again in April. I had some crazy stuff come up and agreed to make out with him again but he didn't show up and sent me an e-mail sent May 10, 2005:


The reason I'm airing my dirty laundry on the blog is that.............He got engaged a couple of days ago. Yup. Like the 4th of June or even earlier. The date is in August. I'm not pining for him, that lame e-mail and his cowardly way of sending it (granted, is choosing the easier way really being a coward) nixed all feelings i had for him. I'm just.....well, 3 weeks is pretty fast to start dating and get engaged. Okay, the laundry has been aired. ;)

Well No Wonder...

...you've had Liam Neeson on the brain. Happy Brithday, Liam! Sherpa's thinking she could make your day a whole lot happier;)

Well...I would like to report...no dreamin' last night. Niente. Of course that is so like me that I get so ultra excited about stuff and then...can't even produce! Booooooo!!!!

For the past month I've had a hard time getting up in the morning. I play "get-up coach" to myself every morning and its gotten to the point that I'm sometimes 10-15 minutes late for work. :( So, this morning, I woke up at 6:00, fell back asleep and dreamt that I was guiding someone else through getting up in the morning. I was very confused when I woke up and realized that I HAD to get up right then and go through the process for real.

I say we have a rumble with whoever those jerks are that got to the name dreamland first as their url. Maggots.

My Best Friends

In my dreams that is. Ready for this?

3. Gwen Stefani
2. Catherine Zeta-Jones
1. Madonna

I am not kidding.


Gwen is a recent appearance, and I only recall her ever having appeared once in a dream, maybe twice; the memory now being not specific. Basically, because we were BFF, I had entrée with people that I otherwise wouldn't have. That is the basic overriding theme of my dreams involving all those chicas. In real life, my sister fills that role. She warms up the crowd, so I can feel more comfortable participating.


With Zeta (I can call her that, you can't), I have to admit it's more of a business relationship, like I'm her assistant, but I follow her everywhere. She gets me out of jams, or doesn't get pissed when I get her in one. Like the time Isaac Mizrahi's holographic rattlesnake watch bit me and we almost missed her flight.


If with Zeta there's a little restraint, with La Ciccone, I'm downright scared of her. Who hasn't at least for a moment contemplated what we would say if we were ever to have the chance to meet Madonna face to face? Although it's been a while since she's graced the stage of my dreams, I'm always so glad that she accepts me and goes and kicks butt for me.

Message I'm getting: Each of these women have traits I admire, and would like to posess myself. Why do I need to be reminded of that in my dreams? Is it the ol' S-C telling me that I have social issues? I am conciously aware of that. Is it saying I have anxiety more than normal, more than most in those situations? Wouldn't the goal be dreaming of me paving the way or inspiring someone else, no matter on what scale? Why do I need them to take up my cause or vouch for me?

Wow, three posts already? I must really wanna get my blog on about dreamin'.

Karmic Connection

I just realized that the color of this blog template matches EXACTLY the pair of new sunglasses I bought this weekend! Talk about the communal unconcious...now what does this bode for Michael Jackson?

Inagural

I like the color scheme we've got goin on up in here. It's rich and inviting and kinda mezmerizing-voodo-y at the same time. So Ruby, is our public ready for this? Can they handle this strange portal? Do they really want to know? I don't give a crap. As my boss just informed me, I am "so self-absorbed, [I] laugh when people call [me] self absorbed." For the most part, my dreams involve celebrities. And my dreams are going to take a lot of deciphering...that's what I'm looking for out of this venture. So excited.

Numero UNO BABY!!!!! NUMERO UNO


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