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Hump Day Happy

October 15th, 2008 (09:12 am)
hopeful
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current mood: helpful

Yes, I still have the migraine. And I'm having some really bizarre dreams because of drugs. I'm especially dreaming about other people's parents. Even when I don't know their parents. So hi, other people's parents. Thanks for checking on me while I'm sleeping.

Meanwhile, nothing stops the quest for happiness. So please, for my peace of mind, comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I'll let you know what this book says you have to be happy about.





Last week, the largest number of votes from people--even ones who didn't want happiness--was for "bobcat." This week: mountain lion or cougar? You be the judge.

Checking in

October 14th, 2008 (11:51 pm)
sick

current mood: sick

I always feel like a slacker when I go a day without posting. I've been dealing with a migraine all day and only want to be in bed. In a dark room. With no dogs barking.

However, I did see a couple of things in my book of literary days that amused me. The first was that Victor Hugo married on October 14, 1822, and at the wedding breakfast, his older brother suddenly went insane. A pre-television sitcom!

Also on this date, Dorothy Parker, Robert Sherwood, and Peter Benchley, who'd been forbidden by Vanity Fair to discuss their pay rates, wore signs around their necks that revealed their salaries.

Finally, during a migraine dream, I learned that a Very Famous Country Star is gay. The problem is, I don't know very many country stars, and this one's identity kept changing in the dream. So I'm not really sure who he was. And I don't out people, anyway. Especially when I've only dreamed they're gay. But it was fun eavesdropping on his phone conversation with his wife-in-name-only. This is what good drugs'll do for my dreams.

Coincidence?

April 19th, 2008 (02:44 pm)
refreshed

current mood: joking

You know I'm not one to share dreams on LJ, but last night, I dreamed that Mark G. Harris arrived at The Compound driving this:



And today, he wrote a post about moving vehicles and the fun of building this:



I'm not sure what, but it must mean something.

Button Sunday...in your dreams

July 8th, 2007 (03:57 am)
optimistic

current mood: dreaming



I've talked about dreams before on my LiveJournal. Each person has a fantastic psychological and psychic dream landscape, rich with symbols, memories, fears, hopes, people--imagined and real--and messages from their brains. But I believe this landscape is one no one else can ever really share with quite as much enthusiasm or wonder as the dreamer.

One of the more miserable experiences of my work life was knowing someone who came to me every day to tell me her dreams and ask me what they meant. Although she was a nice person, I dreaded seeing her. I did anything to avoid being alone with her. She ruined what had been a pleasant acquaintance and pretty much ended any interest I had in talking to people about dream symbolism and meaning. Because of the way she turned every conversation into a discussion of her dreams, although I occasionally share a few details of my dreams with people (and sometimes silly details of a dream on LiveJournal), I never do it without the inner knowledge that listeners or readers are most likely thinking, Why should I care? or What does this have to do with me? or Will she EVER shut up? or the farmer in the dell...the farmer in the dell...

I'm willing to occasionally hear about someone else's dream, as long as I'm not expected to analyze it. In fact, I've often found that when I try to filter someone else's dreams through my perceptions, I'm met with resentment and hostility. Because no one can really understand another person's dreams. Your dreams are genuinely all about you, and other people don't need to go trampling over them in heavy shoes of logic and explication.

Some people say they don't dream. They do, but they haven't trained their minds to remember their dreams. Maybe they have other ways of understanding their interior selves. I need my dreams. They often give me answers to questions that trouble my soul, or give me hope, and even sometimes write in my mind words and scenes that become part of my novels. I believe many creative people draw on their dreamscapes for their work.

I started thinking about all this because of an article I read about dreams and grief. I'm including the full text behind a cut in case you're interested, along with a beautiful painting I found by artist Nancy Tuttle May of North Carolina. And finally, just to show you that I don't take it all too seriously, here's a bonus button.


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I don't care what they say anymore, this is my livejournal

June 27th, 2007 (03:20 pm)
tired

current mood: tired
currently hearing: Carpenters--Close to You

As you know, I'm not big on dream sharing, but the one I had just before I woke up...

I dreamed that I was in a restaurant getting REALLY bad service. I was documenting the entire thing, including the world's rudest waiter, with my cell phone so I could hurry home and PUT IT ALL ON LIVEJOURNAL.

Random Musings

February 27th, 2007 (06:34 pm)
recumbent

current mood: random
currently hearing: Enya-Evacuee

--I think the reason the Oscars seem like they're longer every year is because there's a little voice in my head saying, "HELLO, I'm hovering ever closer to the abyss--the one with the Grim Reaper standing at the edge--so could we GET ON WITH IT?"

--Anyone who talks smack about Meryl Streep? Show me your fourteen freaking Oscar nominations, 'kay? Do ANY two people ever look like they're having more fun at the Oscars than Meryl Streep and Jack Nicholson? Proof that a) they have SO made it, and b) they understand that the right work is joy and life is fun, and oh, okay, possibly for one of them, c) substances can be our friend.

--I don't think it's likely that many straight women and most gay men can hear the song "It's Raining Men" while driving in the car without shouting out at least one smiling, "Hallelujah!"

--Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies? Little circles of paradise.

--I still love Al Gore. I understand him. He's an Aries. I once had a dream about Al Gore, and--but wait. I mostly don't talk about my dreams on LiveJournal.

Around The Compound

June 10th, 2006 (09:27 am)
sleepy

current mood: sleepy

I don't know what time I went to bed last night. I was really tired. I know Rex was all WTF?!? when I put him in his crate, as it was definitely many hours before Tim's usual bedtime.

I then got my pillow and a quilt from downstairs and stretched out on Tim's bed. (Not under your covers, not using your pillows, so it'll be like I was never there. You know I hate making Tom do more laundry. Heh.)

I fell asleep quickly, but I woke up about every two hours and tortured myself trying to figure out what time it was. Finally, just before six, I got up and released Rex, who once again had that WTF?!? expression on his face. It was mirrored on Margot's face when Rex and I took a walk around the yard. I spotted her staring out the Home Office window at me. In her case, the WTF?!? look was her sense of betrayal that I'd spent the night out with another dog. Somewhere inside, I'm sure Guinness was just thinking, "Is it time for breakfast yet?"

During the course of the night, my dreams let me know everything I'm stressed about. For example, I dreamed that I was filling my car with gas. Even though the gas was $1.67 a gallon (cue Rex's WTF?!?! face here), it cost the guy in front of me over $300 to fill his truck.

I also dreamed that I needed to turn off the air conditioner. I don't know why, because I damn sure wasn't cold at Tim's. Here at The Compound, we're keeping the thermostats between 85 and 90, and I'm still thinking we'll need to pimp out Tim to pay the utility bills in July, August, September, and October. Any takers? (Right now, in the suburbs, Tim's face just got the WTF?!? look.)

I also dreamed about the TJB5 manuscript in progress. Which was kind of good, because I'll probably get a chapter out of what I dreamed. Although I'm sort of 0 for 4 on pleasing my writing partners with what I've written so far.

WTF?!?

The True Value of a Writing Partner

March 4th, 2006 (05:09 pm)
nerdy

current mood: wiser

I took a three-hour nap earlier since I didn't get much sleep last night. I was having this really long and elaborate dream, and Tim was in it, as were several (other) celebrities. But when Bill Cosby showed up on a motorcycle, I turned to Tim and said, "This is when it jumped the shark, isn't it?" And Tim gave me a grave nod. I can always count on him for an honest editing job.

Lost Days

October 10th, 2005 (10:44 pm)
sore

current mood: getting better
currently hearing: fans whirring

Friday night when I was cooking dinner, I got these stabbing headache pains. There was a time that I got a four-to-six-day headache every month connected to my cycle...and I don't mean my bicycle. That was my friend L who fell off her bicycle and nearly gave herself a concussion.

I no longer have those headaches with regularity, but I do sometimes still have them. Friday night was a warning. I was pretty much okay Saturday, but Sunday and Monday, I have been immobile, able to do little more than take massive quantities of drugs to help me sleep my way through it.

One of the side effects of all this drug use/sleep is bizarre dreams. I won't bore you with them, except that yesterday, I dreamed this woman was Tim's mother.

I see that he just posted that he's not related to them. Now I need a disclaimer about her. 'Cause if he needs a mother other than the one he got biologically, he's better off with my Neely "Give me my dolls!" O'Hara butt than her.

Holy Nightmare, Sandman!

May 23rd, 2005 (08:04 am)
crushed
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current mood: haunted

I just sat up in bed to get out of a nightmare in which four people from my past came to torment me. No wonder I never sleep.

It doesn't matter how many years pass, how much you hope you've accomplished, or how happy you are with your life. Someone can show up in a dream and you can feel EXACTLY as lousy as they ever made you feel a lifetime ago.

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