Red skies at night (uh oh)
Dreamed the night (?) sky was dark red – it appeared black but everything on the ground was cast in a red hue – because of some sort of solar event that was going to burn our atmosphere. The first sign of trouble, before the public knew, was that stock prices started fluctuating more wildly than ever seen before. Shortly thereafter came the news that the atmosphere was going to be burned, and everyone was warned to stay inside. I saw some dogs running around outside, confused by not knowing if it was day or night, and I wished their owners had brought them inside. I did not know if the truth was that everyone was going to die, or if it would be, as the news told us, that only some particles in the upper atmosphere were going to incinerate.
Eyeglasses – new ones I want
Ooh I want these. JHaneBarnes “Substrate”. Slightly larger lenses as is the fashion today (great because that means more coverage to see through – something I’ve been wanting).
I need to check to see if eye exams are included in my health insurance or if I need to pay the store-optometrist to get an updated prescription…OK – health insurance doesn’t cover it at all, so, eye exam scheduled. That’s a hundred bucks. But I found the frames online for $80 less than what they cost at Aspen Eyewear, so…I wonder if Aspen Eyewear will install lenses onto frames they themselves did not sell to me???…Wow, the online reviews of discount frame mailorder places are uniformly terrible! May have to buy them at the actual store after all. Found a promo code so, not as bad as it could be but still expensive. I don’t even want to think of what the total cost will be…
Dreamed I was visiting a mental asylum
Dreamed I was visiting a mental asylum, perhaps as part of a journalistic endeavor. The patients were using an indoor track for exercise. I waited at the side. As the patients ran by I started to realize that some looked familiar to me – it was as if I was recognizing them, but I knew not from where. Some gave me a look of recognizing me as well – a slighty heavy-framed blonde woman, a guy, a few others all my age. Also, as they were running and I was waiting, I was playing with the space between my hands – I put my hands near each other, and in the space between, softly at first and then brighter, 3 dimensional geometric shapes were being pulled into existence – 3 dimensional images made of light. I was at once fascinated and terribly nervous because I saw the patients recognition of this skill, and I knew that this meant that I was “crazy” too.
The scene shifted and I was asking my mother how I recognized these folks at the asylum. She told me that she’d produced a medical magazine decades ago and that I must have seen their pictures in the magazine as she was working on it. I asked her when this was, and instead of answering, there was silence – as if this had been a lie and there was no more information available to make the lie more believable. It was not true.
Then I was in a dark room, a large room, with an interior balcony. I, and a few other people, were on the main floor. I was trying to build another geometric shape with my hands, but perhaps because it was dark, or perhaps because I was tired or unfocused, I was not getting a small red geometric shape between my palms like I wanted. Instead, a large blue bubble was made, larger than my hands, extended like a bubblegum bubble to a foot in diameter — still very pale and hard to see, but there. Then it popped, and a flash of light burst out of my left hand like the flash from a camera – stunning a person in the balcony. The person in the balcony was Whitley Strieber! I worried for a moment about startling an older man, but he didn’t have a heart attack, and there were a couple other people next to him – his wife I presume, and someone else – so they were able to make light of it and everything was fine.
There were other moments where I had a chance to talk more to the patients – who I keep wanting to call “students” as I type this – but I do not recall much except being near the blonde woman. I felt like I’d known them since my twenties.
I was in a library or bookstore…
Cute dream: I was in a library or bookstore, and mythological creatures were browsing! A cute little (4.5 ft) elfin lady almost bumped into me and she rubbed my tummy, smiled, and turned away. Then a sort of demon-lady (6 ft) lured me to go with her (she needed someone to mate with her to spawn a baby demon I assume – she didn’t really care about me). I should dream-shop there more often.
…or a thousand years as a vamp “having the same face”
Dream dialogue with vampire Jessica of True Blood, asking her which she thought was better: a thousand years of reincarnating into different people, or a thousand years as a vamp “having the same face”. She felt vampire was better choice. Then we boinked. Also, then I woke up and unwrapped my prezzies.
insightful review of Robyn
A really insightful review of Robyn. Smartest lines: “…she has become a pop star for people who abhor pop stars.” “Robyn is feisty and emotive, and has a bit too much personality (and a bit too small of a voice) to be an anonymous club diva…Her otherness is what sells her, and also what holds her back.”
Outré Dance Music That Revels in Otherness
By JON CARAMANICA
Published: February 6, 2011
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/07/arts/music/07robyn.html
I thought I heard…
I thought I heard on the clock radio this morning that Newt Gingrich died of a coronary, suddenly and unexpectedly, after winning some polls. I must have dreamed it? If it happens, you heard it here first!
Topless woman in G-string arrested after leading police on car chase
Her mugshot looks like Liz Phair. Drinking and driving = bad. Crazy beautiful woman = good. Such dichotomy! She’ll never be single again, after this video.
“Topless woman in G-string arrested after leading police on 128mph car chase”
Read more: www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2054028
Video:
Her mugshot (Erin Holdsworth):
Liz Phair:
