mountaineer musings

do i think too much about blogging?

i had a fitful night of terrible sleep that netted me a total of maybe three hours. and when i woke up for the final time, i was dreaming about Heather of angelweave. wha? i think it's because i went through Frank's Peace Gallery last night, and she's in there... why couldn't i have dreamed of Curtis the Former Marine instead? not that Heather's not nice and all, but Curtis, well. the ladies will understand. here's what i remember...

i was at my house, but it faced south instead of west, and the Noggles lived across the street, but we'd never met except online, because they were like the cool, popular neighbors on the block, and i was seen as the bookish freak who spent all my time on the computer when i wasn't fighting with my lawnmower (ok, i added that part). it was 6 a.m. or something like that, and Heather was about to pull out of her driveway. i waved through my screen door, and she walked across the street to my house. i had a friend over, a new potential blogchild (have no idea who she was or what she looked like, just a smudge-blogger, a bludger if you will), and the blogchild started jumping up and down while i was trying to be so cool. "hey, SarahK, hey, SarahK," bounce bounce "isn't that Heather of angelweave? holy cow, she's like, coming over here! oh! what do we do?" thud. i drop-kicked her and told her to shut up.

i sat down next to the bludger and pretended i wasn't like totally excited to be meeting the totally cool Heather. wow. you know what she did? she just walked right through that screen door without knocking, like she was cool or something. i thought, wow! she feels at home here!

she sat down next to Bludger and me and watched FoxNews in silence for a couple minutes. i finally broke the silence with, "so, i read on your blog that you saved Brian's life, but that it's a big secret until he writes about it, because you let him blog stuff first since he's the man and all. what's that about? the saving his life, i mean." Heather looked at me, looked back at FoxNews, then got up and walked to the door.

"well, i've gotta go, lass. gotta get to work. oh look, there's Brian. hey, Hon! come over here and meet our neighbor SarahK! she's not a freak like they say, she watches FoxNews!"

Brian J. Noggle then walked through my door, thrust out his hand, gave me a creepy bug-eyed stare and said cautiously, "nice to meet you. Heather didn't tell you about saving my life, did she?" "no, of course not, Sir." Brian said, "ok, then, i will tell you what happened." a flash later, i stood in my doorway, and the Noggles were in their convertible Thunderbird, Heather waving goodbye, Brian moving his lips like he was talking. i couldn't hear what he was saying, but i knew what he was saying, because a movie was now playing, one of those silent movies where the facial expressions are overexaggerated so you know what's going on. Brian had flipped over the handlebars of his bicycle in the Grand Canyon, and Heather had thrown him over her shoulders and biked him all the way out of the Canyon and to the medical facilities there.

oops, i don't think i was supposed to tell y'all that. don't tell them where i live, ok?

(what a freak i am.)

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).