not dreams

I haven't had any vivid dreams lately, and I'm staring to miss them.

boring sara

For some reason, I went and read some corn smut. And I realized, shit, I used to write some funny stuff. Too bad I got so boring.

more dreams

I was riding in a crowded elevator today when I realized I had a dream last night about being stuck in an elevator.

But, this dream from Monday night is better:

I was walking along, talking to someone about climate change. There had been a news report that this year would mean hurricanes would cause damage in the US from all sides; I made some comment about how this would show George Bush how wrong his environmental policy is! (In my dream, apparently, I thought he would even care).

Just then, a large and snaky tornado appeared in front of us. It moved somewhat towards us, and at one point some areas of the cylinder puffed out, like it had bumps, then receded. It continued towards us, though at one point it went in front of a strangely colored background (of unknown origin), and the tornado became visible only as an agent of shifting the colors there. Then it re-emerged as visible and was coming right at me.

I saw a bramble patch (like in brer rabbit, I think), and the trunks seemed firmly planted in the ground. So I went into the bushes and lay near the dirt to cling to the branches, which seemed as though they would hold me down and keep the tornado from sucking me up in the air.

After a while, my dad came over and told me that I shouldn’t be in the bushes. He told me to get up. It looked like the tornado was going away from us, and I got up. There was a wall, about waist high, and I needed my dad’s help to climb over it, and he seemed disappointed that I couldn’t climb over by myself. I think something was written on the wall, but I don’t know what.

Then we were on a sidewalk, and the tornado turned and started coming towards us again. Nearby, there was a metal lamp-post, then a wooden post (like an electric pole), then another metal lamp-post, all in a row. The metal post seemed securely fixed in the ground, so I was going to go hold onto it to keep the tornado from sucking me up into the air. My dad seemed to think that was an OK idea (but then I don’t know where he went – magically not there any more, as dreams sometimes allow). So I went to the lamp and held on, wrapping my arms around it. The tornado came closer, and then was directly above the other metal lamp farther in front of me. The lamp was rattling around. I wondered what would happen when the tornado got to me and my lamp.

Then I woke up, scared.

Any interpretation ideas welcomed.

one would think that

after so many years drowning in snow in Boston, I wouldn't want to ever see it again. But I was actually pretty happy to see a bit of snow (for the first time this winter). (But not enough snow to pile up and get gloppy and black and pissed-upon)

Of course, New Mexico keeps getting snow this year. Usually, I would complain about snow, and my dad would say "it's 70 degrees and sunny here!" This year it's reversed.

this is one of those silly meme things

which I do here selflessly only to bring joy to others. damn you, Scott!

"Something about grabbing a book that's close to your computer, noting the title, going to page 123, reading the first five sentences on that page, and then copying out the next three sentences. Or something along those lines."

This is what's by my computer: Folk Devils and Moral Panics

-No official council representative attended. The meeting's chairman, elected from the floor (Beachside's Conservative M.P. for fifteen years until the previous election) said that he was 'astonished at what can only be called the virtual boycott of the meeting by leading citizens'. Blake attributed the council's boycott to their 'typical burying their heads in the sand attitude... they are right out of touch'.

So there. That was boring, too.

dream

I clearly haven't posted in a long time, so here's a dream I had last night.

I was walking up a spiral city - like a spiral staircase with a space in the middle. The city on both sides was old and stony - a bit like Italy and a bit like nowhere.

Then I arrived at the top, where there was some sort of Buddhist monastary. It looked like they were going to put on a play, so I went over, following two other people. I had to climb up something like a fish net, then I got to a flat area where the audience would presumably sit. The performance had two spaces. One had a female buddha with typical ushnisha (the extra brain bump that looks like a bun) and another person dancing. The second space seemed to be a team of work animals tethered together in a line. The second animal was a big bull or ox; the one in front of it was something slightly smaller (maybe a cow), and then there were three or so other animals behind the ox in descending size. The animals were running along vigorously, though they stayed in place.

The two people kneeled down, and so did I, a little bit farther back. Someone came over to the two, and I was concerned that I would be approached next and told to leave since I didn’t belong there. I was too busy watching the ticket-taking (or whatever it was) to notice that the play scenes had changed. The animals were on their sides, as if frozen in motion and tipped over, and there was a person standing next to them – the likely culprit. In the other scene, the Buddha was no longer dancing. Instead of the textured Buddha hair, there were numerous arms that seemed to be growing out of her neck or head, and they where all reaching up to push her down from the top of her head. The wrists settled into the dent between head and ushnisha, and the fingers curled over the ushnisha to push down. The Buddha was being pushed down and looked in distress. The other person had also stopped dancing, but otherwise I’m not sure what he or she was doing.

I thought, I wonder how they’ll resolve this problem. But then the alarm rang and I never found out.

I miss about harvard

how they had "sanitary napkins" available for free in every womens restroom