dreams
So I was awakened every couple of hours or so by disturbing dreams, there’s honestly nothing new about that. This morning I will share the last one that woke me. I was at a Obama dodado at a local YMCA (that I have never been to and don’t even know the location of in the 3D World) and was very flattered that Mr President had taken a liking to me and had saved me a seat, not next to him but next to the First Lady. Her chair was only occupied by a sweater. Where do dreams so real come from? I had a very nice talk about it all with someone in the dream and then it was time for some preacher man type blacker than black to lecture or sermon us like that guy who earlier got Obama in hot water but we were okay with that and he’s our president so what do yeah do do -you, well you weren’t there and it’s my dream and I got bored just like I do in the 3D World and popped into the cafeteria. I am talking with Chris Rock who know me oh so very well, the darling boy, and maybe he is forgetting where he was, in my dream, I don’t think so, he’s just being the Chris Rock I’ll never forget and in the dream he’s badmouthing Obama, called him a sold out kike lover who’s selling us all down the river (KIKE! where is this dream going, Leo Rosten’s The Joys of Yiddish says, "The word kike was born on Ellis Island, when Jewish immigrants who were illiterate {or could not use Roman-English letters} when asked to sign the entry-forms with the customary ‘X,’ refused and instead made a circle: O.) I brushed off his commentary as typical Chris ’cause when I am with Chris in the 3D World or in this dreamscape, I too am basking in the glow of remembrance that I was singled out as special by some one else young special and a beauty.
Later in the day people were discussing Obama and SOMEHOW I blurted out that not everyone was absolutely thrilled and to make myself feel/sound important I added that Chris Rock said "blah blah blah". My real husband (also named Chris and if you care to know as gorgeous as the ROCK just not noticed of fickle finger of Rock and Roll) and I were instantly taken into this waiting room, the ones the kids stay in at the Y when they await their parents return and we were in there so long with other dissident types that the air started to feel very stuffy. That and the attitude given because I had dared mention that not everyone was thrilled has us pretty scared so we escaped out of a window, the type that you roll out to open, it cracked under my ass and I barely squeezed out. Then my memory popped into what had happened to Chris, back in the Y. They harassed him, he answered with defiant dignity, and they took him away holding a large syringe and a rifle. The guy came back and asked if I had any problem with anything and I answered all cute-like "No sir, Mr Big Syringe Man" with a smile and somehow I didn’t get killed and I did escape. Then I awoke and here I am watching it rain and my big bold Texan is sleeping next to me and I’ll not wake him to tell him my dream and thereby interrupt his.
Scored a regular house to do every Monday yesterday, go to my other non vacation regular today and we meet with a couple about adding a new vacation condo next Monday. And our ads in Yellowbook wont even come out until August. We’re gonna make it after all.
Tags: business, control, politics, self employment, terror
July 24th, 2009 at 6:48 am
Elizabeth - this is so good.
I love the way you introduce the fact that you have dreams - you are so lucky - as there is the opportunity for lucid dreaming which knocks TV on it’s Asse.
And oh but do dreams speak to us. And as the 1st Editor allow me to tell you how high are the stakes as you have jumped and now more will jump and in time we will have something like once was - the old Site that came together slow at the beginning just as this Castlehom Chronicles comes on slow.
From top to bottom but certainty here you are you even I hope you don’t mind my edit - not to change a single meaning but knowing not everyone knows you loves you as do I.
Yeah - I love you. But Chris your husband don’t have to worry and best he not as what exactly can he do. It’s like Chris Rock. We come just like they do and we die just like they do but we make it interesting enough (our lives our dreams) that other folks - the ones who go to the movies - and who doesn’t go to the movies - a lot of people but where I liked your dream the most was that it was so damn you.
July 24th, 2009 at 7:02 am
Reasons why you are going to make it after all.
In my PARIS REVIEW view that could have been the title to your “dreams” piece. If it is okay with you please let me be the one making errors for all to see and giggle as they are wont to do - giggle till they ain’t even a google.
By this comment I think I will have solved the problem above which is that I ain’t The Tarbox albeit I may still be a dog.
July 24th, 2009 at 8:20 am
workin’ on getting a pix
July 24th, 2009 at 2:57 pm
Yeah I gotta get a picture as well and I assure you, any errors are at best Freudian and at worst inattentive!
*thanks Admin and hugs starbadger*
July 24th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
Oh and Admin, in your edit you failed to understand that it was Obama that I was having the interesting convo with prior to getting bored and poofing into the cafeteria! All the world is a critic, I swear!