Dream

[stilltrucking]

How did Jack Kerouac get to be so old at the tender age of 47?

[SadLuckDame]

Cause he may not of had it in his palm.
Have you seen my lines? I look at them and think I have very good lines. Wish I knew more about what they mean.

What do you think of your lines? Do they carry on and on and make you smile a little bit, too?

[SadLuckDame]

I like to say it's perspective, you know how I think.

[stilltrucking]

I am looking at what is on the end of my fork
I am in a bad spot and I know it
I am keeping the faith the best I can dame
My life style is suicidal

I got to break on out of here one of these days
one way or the other.

Self loathing is a terrible sin
and I got in spades

I need a kayack I think.
Baby is due in a week or less
Maybe that will cheer me up

I locked that post because I need to sleep on it.

[SadLuckDame]

Only throw out the whichs, Didn't I tell you that I've a fear if I had been born in the Salem witch trial days, I think they would have hung me. Just thinking that scares the crap out of me.

Do stay and sleep on it. I'm gonna sleep on it, too.
Don't get lost, I might pop in to check up on ya there, highway going our way or sumpin'.

[stilltrucking]

You I been thinking about that guy who tried to blow up the airplane in Detroit last Christmas. They said he had 987 friends on his Facebook page but he was lonely. Seems to me if you can make even one friend on line you are fortunate, one true friend.

and everything is peasy.

Four AM here just woke up from a dream of Samuaris and thinking about strawberries.

I got to stop giving all my money away. I been broke for a week and eating crap.

I need fruits, thinking about becoming a fruitarian. Summertime and the living is easy, peaches and nectarines are 79 cents a pound.

[SadLuckDame]

I know, it's the first time I've had so much person, besides my own muchness, inside of me. It's a healer upper, a spirit other and so much more. I told him, "You're my bestest, ever." And that's the truth of it. I do smile at odd times cause he gets me going, I could just be walking down a side-walk or doing dishes, geesh, imagine smiling then, but I catch myself doing at all the time.

[SadLuckDame]

Last night was dreams about not being able to just sleep anywhere.
It was about bees. I couldn't be comfortable, sort of like the princess and the pea. Tossed and turned, until I tossed and turned my blankets about, only to discover a mass of bees, yellow jackets in the mattress. I stormed from the room to go out into the light to look over my person for bites.

My sister went to the bed to see if there was truly the yellow jackets in the mattress for me. Yes, she found them, so she invited me to sleep in her room instead. I retrieved my blanket and pillow, then curled into her bed to sleep. Still, the same sensation, I couldn't get comfortable. I took my pillow to the hallway for light, to search it over for why it was keeping me restless and a swarm of yellow jackets raced from it's center. They skirted up my right arm in a perfect straight line, like little artists in choreography. Zip, zip, they bit me at least twenty or more times.

I went in to my sister to show her the bites and told her I'd never be able to sleep that night, for they had a vengeance for me.

[stilltrucking]

!!!
a dream about not being able to sleep?

Getting ready for bed, I don't know if I will be able to sleep. I am pretty wound up. So many changes going on in the next couple days. I am moving, got dam altruism. I dread it. Good intentions and The road to hell and all that jazz.


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I think I already told you about the dream I had a couple of nights ago about being in Israel?
I posted it to eyewitness reports because the dream was so real.

I went looking for my name sake.
this man

[SadLuckDame]

Did you go to Israel?
I know, a dream about being bit while trying to go to sleep, but couldn't get rid of the darn bees. So yep, a dream about not being able to sleep.
It is one of my downfalls, my flaws, I've that princess and the pea syndrome. There's Jack, sleeps with a book on the floor to read when he opens his eyes at odd hours in the night. Just keep a light on.

[SadLuckDame]

Dreamt a lot last night, I woke up so cool, prolly because of it. Almost like I got a lot done there, because I haven't been lately having much time for sleep.

The major one was about my house. The ex had taken all of my belongings from this house and moved it all into a new house, all behind my back and without my approval or without my 'please do.' I was mostly upset about his seeing all of my most intimate, nothing left to be without his viewing. Also mad I'd not a choice in what the new house was to look like, only to adjust to what it was. I remember looking around in a strange place with all my most knowable items.

After I ranted and swore, I started noticing how some items were dusty with layers, cob webbed and I'd not seen them in very long. Realization hit, they were items from my attic, and now I needed to clean them. I saw spiders and wanted to stomp em out, climbing on my forgotten things.

An interesting part in it was looking out the left side window at the neighbors. They had many pet dogs, and their side-walk went through a creek, sort of floated there. Then, bam! I recollected in my dream an old dream of going to go buy a house, and looking at one that I didn't love, but that I was drawn to because I liked that the neighbors had a lot of animals, a pond with dock and floated side-walks. So I connected a past dream and knew exactly in the moment that I was then dreaming and also dreaming of a past dream. A good awareness moment.

I looked out the right window and saw a row of blue swings, and that did make me smile, because I knew my daughter would be happy to swing.

I had company pop in, my ex ex and his wife (whom I like) and she brought fish to cook, cause she said to me, "I brought us a fish and it's baking." I thought to myself I liked her because we ate alike, we both liked fish. She also had a mug of tea. I asked her what sort of tea and then looked in the mug to see a root. It was like a white carrot, top still on but bottom cut off. I said, "Oh, it's tarrow root tea, which seemed medicinal or magical to me and I'd decided I should be drinking the tea.

[SadLuckDame]

Maybe something in my dream for you? Thinking about your move, I might of dreamt it for some security or awareness in your move, Jack. I'm not sure, it's a just in case.

[SadLuckDame]

Thinking about your move, hoping it's going good for you.

[stilltrucking]

I got all my books packed, taking the last load away tomorrow I hope. I been sleeping a lot and dreaming but the dreams evaporate before I can get them down. Kind of in a malaise because of the shape I am in.

Baby is very beautiful.

[SadLuckDame]

I've had really crazy, really quirky dreams lately,
this morning I woke up cracking up about one,
but they're the type to say 'it'd only seem funny to me'. A lot of funny nude dreams, one serious terrible one involving family in my childhood, and last night's was on wedding, but that I didn't ask a guy, I just went just to be spontaneous... everybody said, "Well, who's the groom in all this?" and I said, "What, I didn't even remember to get one....going through a list of previous relations in my head, then going 'Bah!' who needs a groom for a good wedding. It was just to be about celebration! not getting serious.

So, to appease the guests I brought in a 'stand-in groom' I met for five minutes, he seemed good in first impression, and was fine with it just being staged. Came out ideal. No joke, I couldn't believe I'd dreamt something like that either. Seemed ridiculously made up, but there I was dreaming it up to wake up laughing. Felt good.

Interesting images in it...
a scene with a white bed spread, and pillow case in a dark room, but the pillow case was lit by moonlight. Teeny darkened specks...billions of them...fell down in the moonlight on the pillow top. I couldn't make out what they were, because they were so tiny. I made a few incorrect guesses, then finally noticed a small round glass ash tray in the center of the white bedspread, and realized a breeze had blown fine, teeny ashes across the pillow top and it shadowed under the moonlight.
Anyway, I laughed for the morning.

Don't be lost, Jack.
How's the move going?