just when i delete this category because i never dream anymore, those REM pals of mine change their minds and decide to blow back in full force.
at the end of my two hours of sleep this morning, i was dreaming.... spiraling spaces tangled up in moments of touching time... head exploding from the mind, too much time for dancing in our hair... (jason, of course)
i remember nothing of the dream chronology...
i think J was there somewhere, but i don't know; maybe he just provided the sexy-Latin-voice-of-narration, other than that i'm not sure he served a purpose, maybe just a reminder that i'm getting old, because so is he... ;)
it was moving weekend (surprise)... my mom forgot i was moving to Amastinkinrillo... i arrived with my moving truck and unpacked it by myself, hideaway bed and everything...
an old new friend showed up, but he didn't want to help, he just wanted to talk about himself and ask me questions, though he cared not to hear the answers, just to hear himself ask the questions... he stayed for the weekend in someone's study (not mine, obviously, since i won't have one, but it was in my house)... on Sunday morning i asked him to go to church with me, and he wanted me to go with him and we just ended up debating where we should go and missed services. *rolling eyes*
eventually, Bikermommy and Pappy showed up, and Old New Friend and i were sent to the store for Dr. Pepper (since that's what flows thru Bikermommy's veins instead of blood)... Bikermommy asked Old New Friend if he could sing, and if so, was he a tenor; he said yes, i melted into a drooling mass and mumbled something about him being perfect.
for some reason, we left at the same time and went to the same store and talked to each other on our cell phones the entire time, but we each drove our own cars. (??) on the way back, we took separate routes for no reason... it started raining hard, and one second i heard tornado sirens and the next second there was a tornado beside my car; i thought that was totally cool. the tornado saluted me and turned right while i turned left, only to see a second, bigger tornado up ahead (it dodged me as if scared). Old New Friend ended up mad at me, because on his route there were no tornadoes, and he wanted to be cool like me and see tornadoes up close. i told him to rent Twister, suck it up and quit whining.
we got back to my house, and i was happy to have my DVR back. yay for getting to skip all the commercials!
thus ended another installment in the dream life. i promptly turned on Jason ('s music) and started packing again. if he would say yes, i would ask him to marry me so he could sing me to sleep every night and to wake every morning. i would request Little You & I as a lullaby and Zero Percent as my morning radio, because there's no Mraz song that gets me up and moving better than 0% (Live at Java Joe's version, of course).