Not Quite A Nightmare

I think my mind is finally processing about my fall from the roof. Early this morning I dreamed I was roofing (I seldom dream about roofing any more) but this was on a somewhat rickety thing high above a very muddy sea. I was looking at some beautiful black swimmers who were naked (heh, well, don't ask me what my brain was processing about this detail, LOL) while walking up and down this roof. The roof didn't feel stable so I decided to cut the tar paper to see whether it's been nailed off properly, but when I did so, I found that an entire sheathing is missing and I could look all the way down below! I've been walking up and down this roof without falling through. All the beautiful black males watched me as I scrambled off this unsafe contraption.

The end.

LOL. My brain. It crazy.

I thought I'd have some kind of falling dream because that had nagged me quite a bit--not remembering how I landed--but I guess what I couldn't recall can't be processed ;-).

Now if only I can just dream of beautiful men swimming in the ocean minus the working on a roof with a hole bit...and me frolicking among them.

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Crazy Dream

well, I don't know what to make of it, except maybe I've been editing too much and my brain has gone cuckoo. Last night, I had two dreams--same dude, in black, writing calligraphy. Beautiful Chinese calligraphy, at that. Except that I don't read Chinese that well, having forgotten much of the characters...I can read some and not all.

Argh.

I woke up thinking I have a message and if it's a warning, I'm in so much trouble since I have no idea what it is ;-).

Or maybe it's an inspiration from the Muse? So, to make use of it, I'm making Armando Chang do calligraphy. He's cryptic enough and should be able to spout off Chinese idiomatic expressions, right? And wouldn't it be romantic if he writes Chinese poem to his mate, when I find her in my consciousness?

No...! No thinking of Armando's story. I have edits to finish and Virtually One to write!!!

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Even Simon Was Enraptured

Just wow. There's a story here to tell. And she sang one of my most favorite song of all time, I Dreamed A Dream. This woman's voice made those lyrics come alive.

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

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A Naked Waddling Walrus

I had a dream this morning. Tom Cruise was sitting in my dream living room (doesn't look like mine) and waiting for me to wake up to talk to me about some financial investment. What is up with that? I don't even like Tom Cruise, actor with the fake smile. I haven't ever seen any of his movies since his teenage years. Yes, I caught Days of Thunder on TV once, but that doesn't count since I didn't see the whole thing. Anyway, in my dream, I kept waking up wondering whether he's still out there and then I peek out and there he was!

I woke up feeling rather cheated. You would think, if I were to spend my nights dreaming of men, I'd have George Clooney in them! Except, of course, he wouldn't be on my couch waiting to give me financial advice. I would be...umm...investing it with him in my bed ;-).

Or, how about these fine men:



Click to enlarged version. Forget the pile of dead bodies in the background. Concentrate on the fine defined bodies ;-). I've always love me some men in red capes, LOL.

One of my roofers went to see SPARTA during the weekend. Now he thinks he's a warrior. Every time he reaches the peak of the roof, he screams out "I. AM. SPARTAAAaaaaaaa!"

Except we nickname him Elephant Walrus for a reason:



He is at least 300 lbs of lard and when he's roofing, he moves like a walrus trying to climb onto the beach. He also chainsmokes, so he has the requisite white things sticking out of his mouth. He wears a shirt that says "I love refrigerators." 'nuff said!

So when he does his horrifying moan of "SPARTAaaaaaa!" every so often, I now see a walrus in a red cape trying to waddle towards an army of thousands. Yikes. Gerard Butler he is not.

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Congratulations to the ARC contest winners (here and on Yahooboard) and the consolation prize winners! Mail heading your way soon.

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