( Aug. 22nd, 2006 10:49 pm)
I'm trying not to be creepy with the whole "people from Novillero showing up in my dreams" thing, but talking with [livejournal.com profile] coleman_genie tonight I remembered my dream from last night where Rod Slaughter and I were detectives working a murder investigation. Of course, it ended early when the cat woke me up by barfing next to my bed. Damnit.

I'm coming to the end of the first skein of boucle of this afghan. Only 5 more to go.

While not a perfect screenshot of this scene, I love the composition of this shot. (I swear, I'll stop talking about "The Real World" soon.) Read more... )
( Aug. 14th, 2005 11:56 am)
Had a dream where I had been adopted by this other family, and then transferred over to a different family at 16. All the while I was trying to get back to mom and dad (not sure how I knew they were mom and dad, or why dad was even alive in this dream, but there you go). I remember being so angry at my new parents for taking me out of French Immersion- we were living out on the farm or something. I remember shouting something like "this is who I am," and then running away to Winnipeg to try and find moma and dad. I found them and just launched myself at dad, not wanting to let go.

When I woke up, I realized that I kicked my floor lamp onto my bed. Not sure how exactly.

So. The day started off strange.

I took a shower and found half of a Honey I Washed the Kids bar that I think Shannon brought me the last time she went out west, so that was a nice thing. Did more knitting, and mom said that she really liked the scarf. Yaye!

Front page of the Free Press today is full of pictures of animals needing to be adopted from the human society. So, so tempted to get another kitty, but I thought of Grimalken, and how she gets jealous and mad (and passive aggressive) with me when I spend more time wit mom than her. I cringe at what she'd do with anothe cat/kitten in the house.
( Aug. 9th, 2005 09:18 am)
Xrazy-ass dreams again. This time involving a boy scout choir, babies in a musical, Wales, a bunker with time travelling capabilities and NHL players.

But not Captain Jack Harkness or Ninth or Tenth Doctor. Damn.

Woke up just now, and saw an email from my professor/supervisor telling me that I'm doing a good job. N'awwww.

Mmm. Breakfast. I can't think of anything better than cottage cheese and chopped nectarines at the moment. Oooh! And tea. Mmmm.
( Jul. 22nd, 2005 09:46 am)
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Another fucked up dream: I was trying to save all sorts of different tropical fish by rescuing them from a tank and keeping them in sepatate baking receptacles until help could arrive. I remember being distraught that a bunch of fish dies because someone threw a handtowel into the already shallow cookie shet, and it absorbed most of the water. Ugh. I need to stop drinking so much tea, and just go to bed earlier.
( Jul. 21st, 2005 08:50 am)
Freaky freaky dreams last night. I blame this on extreme fatigue- my mind is so tired, it doesn't even know what to do with the random bits flying around in my brain anymore.

  • Someone told me that a story I wrote was so utterly, utterly horrible that I thought "Okay, I'm cancelling the internet. For everyone." And I did.

  • Mom was getting remarried to Bernard Hill's character from Wimbledon, and I was incredibly unhappy since he'd cheated on his wife and had already propositioned me.

  • I was trying to buy a complete set of Schleich soldiers, and they had a separate set of Indians. I was going through them, trying to match up the clothing with the nation, and then complaining that the arrows supplied were horribly out of scale, and in fact five times larger than the models themselves.

  • I had to go through some type of healing ceremony, involving a lot of the people I met up north. Part of the ritual included washing off all of the sins, and we couldn't get it all off of me. The problem turned out to be that a demon had crawled into my ear and was excreting evilness through my pores.

  • Getting married to one of the men from up north, and being incredibly happy.

And then I woke up incredibly sore and confused.
( Jul. 6th, 2005 07:57 am)
I had a horrible nightmare involving the wendigo, a hotel, the song "Wild" by Poe and my highschool reunion.

That was terrifying.
( May. 19th, 2005 11:17 am)
Was just woken up from a fitful sleep (I had a bad headache when I woke up at seven). "Wake up, the plumbers are here!"

I don't know if I fell back asleep or not, but next thing I know mom's throwing on the light (in the basement where I sleep) and there's a large bearded manfollowing her towards the pipes. Um.

So it doesn't look like we'll be making it for the Indian buffet today. Damn. And I still have a headache, and now they're drilling and I just want to make it all stop.
( May. 8th, 2005 07:44 am)
Fell asleep sometime around 5:30 and just forced myself awake from the worst nightmare in a while. Involving Nik and hired killers, and the whole thing was just...gah. I woke up tense, and my muscles are sore from the dream. That hasn't happened in a while.
( May. 4th, 2005 05:11 pm)
I had a dream that there was an awesome new phototshoot of Nik, and everyone had icons instead of me, and no one would tell me where to find the pics.

For a brief moment I was angry at every one of you. And then I woke up.


ETA: How long do you think we'll have to wait for screencaps from Kingdom of Heaven?

Am such a fangirl. Nik!

ETA2: [livejournal.com profile] _jibberish_, should we get tickets for opening night? My treat (as part of your birthday present.)
( May. 3rd, 2005 09:19 am)
So disappointed. Was having a dream that I was about to be introduced to Nik at some fancy shindig, and then Dr. MacKinnon dragged me aside to talk about something related to the project, and when I finally turned back, Nik was turning around to talk to me, and then I woke up.

( Apr. 8th, 2004 07:37 am)
I had a nightmare that all of my friends got together to stress over exams.

Yes, that's the extent of the nightmare. At least it wasn't too hard to interpret.




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