freaky weird dream, and *sigh* Jason

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).

Comments

[[ juan ]]

OLD!!! boooo

[[ juan ]]

OLD!!! boooo

[sarahk]

see? you MUST be getting old! you forgot you already posted your comment!

[Venusitn]

Hey there! Just really getting up. After the power washing was finished (looks like I have new concrete) handyman wanted to sit and talk about his real job which is concrete and excavation. Couldn't wait for him to leave cause guess where I wanted to go??? Next door!!!!!! I knocked very softly, it was almost 11. Hmmm. No one is answering, think I need to knock again, someone has to be awake. Door flies open! My Hero, Andy, of course, is still up. He sleeps so little I knew he had to be.

Him and I both didn’t feel very well yesterday. Mine was blood sugar being wacked. Having an insulin pump is far better than doing needles for my diabetes but still takes a lot of tending to. After 35 years I should be an expert! For some reason it was running very high last night, while yesterday morning I couldn’t get it to go up? His was nerves and his personal life.

Anyway, next door. All were up expect the little, tiny one, which was good. LOL Hung there a while. They were watching Neighbor Guy on the computer. Was very funny, something I had never watched before but going to in the future. Told Bro about writing about him. They all thought it was funny. He was picking on the Sizzle told him I would kick his you know what if he hurt her. Funny, he of course could take me out, but when he was messing with her, he would look to see if I was on the move. Thinking I put some fear into him. Last night, was waiting for Sizzle to get home, Hunk wasn’t there either but Bro was in the front yard. We had an interesting conversation about the small red plumbs growing in the Sizzles front yard. He said they had to be larger and more purple, I said well they look right, try one. Nope not him! Hunk gets home, pulls one off the tree eats a chunk of it and said another week! Sizzle showed up, still hating her car. Poor girl. It still sounds like it won’t make it around the corner. For something to cost money and still not sound any better just isn’t good.

Back to last night. So everyone except the Cousin went to bed. Him and I got bored with tv on the computer, so we came over here, I have satellite dish. You can tell he is deprived of his MTV. I sang in choir, can read timing of notes and know if they are higher and lower and can hear a song and write the timing (kind of) and a little of the high and low but not really. Very interesting to hear about music, writing, how it is put on paper. I know nothing of the guitar, I love piano and I play no instruments so interesting to hear how things work on the guitar. I know what I call things, like the fact I know I have a good choir blending voice, but to hear him give the made up stuff in my world real words and to explain what I think about music was very cool. He left on his own around 3:30! LOL I went right to bed and slept till phone rang at 9:30 this morning. I usually wake up a ton of times, no clue if my Diva Kitten, Pilar, slept on my head or not last night.

Back to doing laundry. Hubby is home tonight! Get to pick him up at the airport! In my mind, packing my other suitcase for Michigan. Can hardly wait to see my Mommy on Wed. So weird how even at my age, we still love and need our Moms. I wasn’t really close to my mom when I was in high school, but she was always someone I could talk to. She didn’t want to hear about my personal life, she wanted me to be perfect. I wasn’t a bad kid, and school was important to me so she was lucky that way and helped me get a scholarship for college but her and I didn’t get really close until I moved to Texas. Then it wasn’t as important for her to be a mom but to be a friend. I talk to her at least once a week and we can easily talk 4 hours. I’m so lucky to have her.

Kitties! I hate to say this but have you tried like that imitation crab? Yogurt? Give her something that is different as far as food is a good idea, Maggie. Had a friend who gave her cat anything she ate, when he got old would only eat this and that, got really hard cause he couldn’t tell her he wanted lasagna today, or that he wanted cannelloni the next day. My Diva will eat most things I do but I try not to give her anything much, other than a scoop of yogurt so I don’t have the problems my friend did. But sounds like you should try with your cat. I only give mine things I will eat, so if they turn up their noses it won’t go to waste. Needless to say mine do not get canned tuna but when I make sushi I have to give them some raw tuna, they reach up to the counter tops, cause they don’t get yelled at about that, but do it they are on the counters.

Oh I forgot, I told Bro I thought it was an act. He actually laughed. We talked about it, and I’m thinking I might be right. He would never admit to it. He has anger issues. When I listen to the songs, with him as the lead, I’m like man he is angry! Thinking he is going to either have to accept me and deal with me, which he is getting better about, or he will be in his own place to escape me. Sizzle thinks she might have ADD. I have taken buspar for 10 years for mine, love the stuff. Bro and I just looked at her and laughed. Hunk was like the two of you could talk forever.

Good luck tonight with the packing and moving. And so hoping you start feeling better. Can be tough to sing when you have gunk in your chest. Off to eat some goldfish…..If you want me to bug Juan, just let me know.