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Weirdest Dream Ever
Feb. 3rd, 2007 06:57 pm( Cut for sexual content )
In my waking world, I got to bed very late last night, followed by a lot of pleasant not-sleeping. The downside was that somehow I missed waking up when I was supposed to. I rolled over, looked at the clock, which said 9:44am. I was out of the bed with the phone in my hand, which indicated 2 missed calls. I just assumed they were Jamele and hit the button to call back. Luckily, we were able to reschedule for later in the afternoon, so I was able to get ready and such, although I think I was stressed out until I actually got there. Didn't help that MapQuest was FUCKED. Anyway, I was glad that he was in the middle of something when I got there, 'cause it gave me a chance to lie down for a while and relax and get myself centered and such. The photo shoot was cool. He purposefully put me in some positions that were contorted a bit, to get whatever look he was going for, and when I looked at the pictures, it was amazing how those poses created art. It was almost hard to remind myself that this was a human form, because I was seeing it as a mass of light, shadow, and form. One of those, "Whoa, I'm Art!" moments.
When I left (and tried to reverse-engineer the MapQuest directions, and found that they were even more fucked than I thought), I stopped at the Zesto in Little 5, 'cause they're supposed to have such fabulous ice cream, and had a small cone. It was good - reminded me of Flagpole ice cream from when I was growing up. I was feeling in an interesting headspace, so I decided to stop at Choco-Late and get some tea and read for a while. I keep one of my animal communication books in my purse at all times, so I can read it if I get somewhere that's possible/useful. So, I had tea, and read. When I got home, I tried some of the exercises in the book, and I think I actually connected with Romero. Even to the point where I got him to do something I wanted him to do. I drifted off to sleep, then - hence the dream. Upon waking, Romero seems calmer, and more ready to listen to me. I'm trying to convince myself that this isn't my imagination.
I've eaten as I typed - went to Rainbow yesterday, where they had quite a few buy-one-get-one specials, which I took advantage of. I was able to get way more than I intended, well within my budget, and that's never a bad thing. Oh, and Cowboy Cookies. Those are the shit. Sadly, I don't have those now, but I wish I did.
Anyway, that's my day.
In my waking world, I got to bed very late last night, followed by a lot of pleasant not-sleeping. The downside was that somehow I missed waking up when I was supposed to. I rolled over, looked at the clock, which said 9:44am. I was out of the bed with the phone in my hand, which indicated 2 missed calls. I just assumed they were Jamele and hit the button to call back. Luckily, we were able to reschedule for later in the afternoon, so I was able to get ready and such, although I think I was stressed out until I actually got there. Didn't help that MapQuest was FUCKED. Anyway, I was glad that he was in the middle of something when I got there, 'cause it gave me a chance to lie down for a while and relax and get myself centered and such. The photo shoot was cool. He purposefully put me in some positions that were contorted a bit, to get whatever look he was going for, and when I looked at the pictures, it was amazing how those poses created art. It was almost hard to remind myself that this was a human form, because I was seeing it as a mass of light, shadow, and form. One of those, "Whoa, I'm Art!" moments.
When I left (and tried to reverse-engineer the MapQuest directions, and found that they were even more fucked than I thought), I stopped at the Zesto in Little 5, 'cause they're supposed to have such fabulous ice cream, and had a small cone. It was good - reminded me of Flagpole ice cream from when I was growing up. I was feeling in an interesting headspace, so I decided to stop at Choco-Late and get some tea and read for a while. I keep one of my animal communication books in my purse at all times, so I can read it if I get somewhere that's possible/useful. So, I had tea, and read. When I got home, I tried some of the exercises in the book, and I think I actually connected with Romero. Even to the point where I got him to do something I wanted him to do. I drifted off to sleep, then - hence the dream. Upon waking, Romero seems calmer, and more ready to listen to me. I'm trying to convince myself that this isn't my imagination.
I've eaten as I typed - went to Rainbow yesterday, where they had quite a few buy-one-get-one specials, which I took advantage of. I was able to get way more than I intended, well within my budget, and that's never a bad thing. Oh, and Cowboy Cookies. Those are the shit. Sadly, I don't have those now, but I wish I did.
Anyway, that's my day.
