Fog on the Freeway

I don’t hate freeways. I hate surface streets. The freeway has its own little honor code, and 90% of the people obey it 90% of the time. Which means I can feel free to turn up the music and zone out.

Besides, on a surface street, you can’t…

(1) …see the tiny white government butterflies flying overhead by the tens of thousands. This was the most amazing sight. Butterflies, butterflies, buttterflies… the hope was that they would eat the pollen from the excess vegetation and keep it from growing quite so thick and providing more fuel for the wildfires. That would make it two years ago that I saw them. And I still maintain that if I ever start a girl band, we’re going to be called “Government Butterflies.”

(2) …get caught in fog so thick that you can only see five cars on either side of you, so you feel like you’re in a little caravan to the end of the earth.

(3) …get that crazy “where am I?” feeling when the clouds change the direction of the light… “What freeway is this? Where am I going? Where’s my exit?”

(4) …see enormous deer standing on a hill, watching over the traffic.

I didn’t rush in to blog my dream, because it was terrible. It was about a group of people stuck in a museum with a serial killer, who was quite violent. I think this came about as a result of talking about “The Sims” yesterday and all the fun ways to kill your Sims, such as having a party, waiting until they all go into the pool for a swim, and then removing the ladders so they can’t get out. That actually happened in my dream.

So I’m going to let the ether have that dream.

November 3rd, 2006

If only…?

Last night I dreamed that the live show kinda sorta happened and then all of a sudden it was done. A Kerry Blue won it all (which, as I’m sure everyone knows, is the breed that won in 2002). A Doberman won the Working Group. A Sheltie won Herding. I couldn’t for the life of me remember who won the rest. Maybe a Ridgeback took Hound. Mostly the dream consisted of me wandering around saying to people, “Can you believe it’s over? I’m in so much shock I can’t remember a darn thing about it!”

So, while the experience is exhilarating and fun in many ways, it was pretty nice to know it was done, and without a hitch.

October 30th, 2006

Last night I dreamed about zombies.

Current mood: sleepy
Category: Life

I don’t remember much of the dream, only that it was scary (** good God, speaking of scary, Winston just growled like a freaking Rottweiler for about fifteen seconds straight… I don’t know what he was growling at, but let’s hope it was the cardboard box in the living room and not a zombie). Anyway, the zombies were mean and hungry and we were all at one of the cathedrals we went to in Dublin, only it was dark and scary inside (and outside). It was also some kind of hotel or shopping mall, and I vaguely remember wanting to stay in my room. And I was late to get back on the tour bus, but I figured they owed it to me to wait.

Maybe that’s why I hate leaving my house. You know, zombies.

What a horrible place the world would be if there were zombies wandering all over the place. I did enjoy the movie “Shawn of the Dead”, kind of. We had to watch it with subtitles, because the accents were so thick. And before watching that movie, I didn’t know that in addition to sounds I can make when things are funny, and sounds I can make when things are scary, I have a completely unique sound for things that are both funny and scary.

In other news, if I don’t start working on my Christmas quilt soon, it’s going to be a very odd Valentine’s Day quilt.

Winston is like the world’s living teddy bear. I love how people at work just come in and want to be near him. And he’s so sweet to them. It’s so comforting to have him around.

I’m sleepy.

October 24th, 2006

All moved in.

Here we are in our new house. Almost two months here and still just the three pictures on the walls. Well, what can you do?

Winston is good. (I use the word “good” loosely.) He is better and worse than before. The husb had him clipped so he has short hair, excepting the ears and tail. His ears are kind of smelly. You wouldn’t believe the acrobatics we go through to get eardrops in this dog. And then he gets mad at us and pouts and tries to rub his ears into the rug.

Work is also good. We’re well underway on Portland. Enjoyable, as always, but I’m still looking forward to having some time off in March. Woohoo.

I just thought I should write here before it did actually get to be Valentine’s Day. (When clearly I still have a whole week.)

Last night I dreamed I was running the track. I can’t run in my dreams. It’s consistent — I don’t think I ever have. It’s always this agonizing slow-motion thing where I’m just dying to break out. I even tried stretching (in my dreams, I am very flexible). It helped, but I still couldn’t get any actual speed. Very frustrating. I wish dream exercise counted.

Okay, going now.

Have written 552 words this week. Goal is 2,000. I think I can make it. But not if I keep goofing off and blogging away my time.

Comment from original posting:

Jacob said…

I was just searching “cant run in my dreams” to see if it was common, or if I was weird. When I was about 16 and ever since, I can run in my dreams. I remember the first dream where I couldn’t run. It’s like my feet can barely touch the ground. When I was a kid, I remember running in nightmares. I still have nightmares once in a while. And I cannot run away. But I never get caught, unless I give up. I’ve even grabbed onto moving vehicles to get away. And that worked. Usually when I’m running away, and there’s nothing moving to grab onto. I’ll try to use my hands, and run on all fours, to try and go faster. It usually works for a few seconds. Well I just thought I’d comment. It seems to be fairly common.

Jacob
Winnipeg, Canada
6:44 PM

February 7th, 2006