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15 November 1998
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so sam and george and i went out to a coffee house tonight. we had talked about going to a club or something, but figured it being saturday night and all most places would prolly have a cover charge, so didn't. and really i think a coffee house is a little more my style anyway. so we got a chance to just hang out and talk about stuff other than see. that was kinda nice. and tomorrow, or later today really, sam and gale are headed back to the northeast and life here will return to its quasi-normal state.
dreams:
her hair was the first thing i noticed, it was dreaded, the first few inches were streaked blond and the rest was streaked blue. she was very tall, maybe an inch or two taller than me. she was black, really dark, and very cute. she may have been in a mental institution, or maybe it was just a boarding house. we were flirting. she was in a band and they had won some award. the dream jumped to the award ceremony, conan o'brien was the host and i may have been famous enough to be a presenter. when she came out her hair was different, short, all blond, un-dreaded. she was white too, but i didn't notice the change in skin until waking. after the show, she was talking about sleeping in her car until she and her roommate found a new apartment. i said i had a big apartment with lots of floor space that they could crash at for a while. then i was standing in a field by a highway and there was an internal monologue going on, but it was out loud as if i was in a movie and this was for the benefit of the audience. i was saying that i really enjoyed spending time with her, but i could see myself starting to get lost in her, and that my relationship with er!n was much healthier. then we were standing in the rain with the other members of her band, watching a television waiting for their video to come on. i put my arm around her and wished i had a trench coat that would keep us both dry.
earlier in the night i dreamt i was heading back to new england, and again driving along with george's car, but he had sold it to jesse louks who was squeezed into it with two other people. and i was showing him how to use the cb before we set off.
so i've had this headache all day and have just felt generally lousy. i haven't really had the energy for work or creativity. bleh.
dreams:
her hair was the first thing i noticed, it was dreaded, the first few inches were streaked blond and the rest was streaked blue. she was very tall, maybe an inch or two taller than me. she was black, really dark, and very cute. she may have been in a mental institution, or maybe it was just a boarding house. we were flirting. she was in a band and they had won some award. the dream jumped to the award ceremony, conan o'brien was the host and i may have been famous enough to be a presenter. when she came out her hair was different, short, all blond, un-dreaded. she was white too, but i didn't notice the change in skin until waking. after the show, she was talking about sleeping in her car until she and her roommate found a new apartment. i said i had a big apartment with lots of floor space that they could crash at for a while. then i was standing in a field by a highway and there was an internal monologue going on, but it was out loud as if i was in a movie and this was for the benefit of the audience. i was saying that i really enjoyed spending time with her, but i could see myself starting to get lost in her, and that my relationship with er!n was much healthier. then we were standing in the rain with the other members of her band, watching a television waiting for their video to come on. i put my arm around her and wished i had a trench coat that would keep us both dry.
earlier in the night i dreamt i was heading back to new england, and again driving along with george's car, but he had sold it to jesse louks who was squeezed into it with two other people. and i was showing him how to use the cb before we set off.
so i've had this headache all day and have just felt generally lousy. i haven't really had the energy for work or creativity. bleh.