Dream

[stilltrucking]

ashtray
interesting
I did not think you smoked for some reason
or was that just in the dream?

I am moving
with a sense of dread
but still hope

read a interesting poem today called dear everything reminded me of a bit from the Bible

"ye prisoners of hope" from the old testament forget which book maybe it was the book of jackadiah.

[SadLuckDame]

I know, I really love looking at it typed up, makes me re-want to buy ribbon. It reminds me of how I love record players. Type writers go nice with record players, do you think so?

I had erased the showering in the middle of the living room of an old house of mine, watching the cars out the window in the snow, if one was to turn into the drive, then I planned to get out of the shower. A guest, who I knew in the dream, but don't know, sat on the couch as a spectator.

Had a nude dream of curling up into a long night gown and arguing with my sister, while I hid my head inside the 'cocoon' of it watching my body breathe.

One other, but forgotten.

The ash tray was in the dream, but that reminded me of fighting with parents when I smoked M lights at fifteen, and she got in my purse to break them all at the filter, trying to teach me not to smoke. I think I went out of control on a temper. I remember taping them all at the seems and holding a grudge, I prolly still hold. Never liked when she went in my purse or under the mattress or read my diary...and I think I go confessional often cause I don't feel the control in securely hiding it, more control in announcing it...maybees that's just a first thought from a sleepy induced head. This is the latest I've stayed up all week. I'm glad I'm awake, though.

I'm gonna google it.

[stilltrucking]

going back to sleep for awhile

good night dame

sleep tight

I always wondered what that meant

Sometimes on the road when I was three thousand miles away from home the last voice I would hear was some grizzled old dispatcher telling me to sleep tight.

[stilltrucking]

"It seems that tight in this expression is the equivalent of the only surviving use of the adverb tightly meaning 'soundly, properly, well, effectively'."

talk at you later

[SadLuckDame]

Sleep well, u
and more with us tomorrow.

A friend of mine would say, "Time for me to find my pillow."
Pillows being of an utmost importance, they can mean exactly right or a ruin of a night. So sleep well on that pillow of yours, Jack.

[SadLuckDame]

I'm trying to be patient, I've exercised all the reason for absence.
Have you moved in, how many days ago was four days ago and etc.
But, I decided to return with good dream reports.
I woke up in a state of flight over objects, not going anywhere, but taking in the new angle from more lack of gravity.

Dreamt about a strange house, the family was conservative. Between two rooms was a wall with a strong thick door, very heavy and next to it was a wide open window, no pane and I could reach my hand through.
As I walked into the next room, the lady glared at me and said, "At this house we close doors to keep the heat within."
I looked back at the strange door, I looked at the wide opening of the window next to it. I laughed within , but turned to shut her door for her. She nodded, I continued laughing on the inside.

This interaction led to a new interesting meeting, a small reddish-orange, curly haired child. She was maybe two years old, still a toddling little girl, didn't speak, just wandered to things to explore, while I found myself intrigued.

She started eating snacks and I looked,
in her little curls were peach slices,
the color palette of her hair
and the peaches matched so beautifully,
almost too difficult to notice
she'd had the little cubed peaches there.

I thought to myself no one must have noticed, the color must be almost too similar, because she wasn't snacking on peaches at all, which meant the peaches had found to hide there on a previous brunching.

It was such a nice surprise to look at the top of her head, and down into those curls, that I wanted to capture it on film. I tried focusing down on her head, but she was a moving masterpiece, and I couldn't get her to stand still, not that I would ask her to, because I didn't speak to her, didn't interrupt her natural inclinations...

more in little bit, it's an extended dream.

[SadLuckDame]

When I try, obsessively, to catch her little fiery head under the lens...
there are new arrivals, a collection of friends caravan in. We're on a beach, I'm standing on a pic-nic table for the photo-op, intent, but under a realization that out of the corner of my eye is warm friendship, carefully adored companion's faces beckoning me to join their embrace. But, I must first finish what I've been fixated on.

I ignore their arriving, they begin to stir with a restlessness, to show an eye roll, to become stonier each minute more, more stone, more...momentarily, my dog launches with his teeth shown at unrecognized to him, guests, still I ignore, only need one more moment, only if the rest of existence could freeze while I see art in lens...it became impossible and I gave in to their need of recognition, my need to show my recognition. I embraced each, smoldering or smothering out their annoyance with my behavior.

Going through the performance of making each known how much I know their individual, welcome back to me, welcome and remember what last we said, what we joined, etc. On the sand at the edge of the sea I started to fly, more like a hoovering, nothing under my bosom, none under foot, just myself light in air above the sand and wave. I flew slowly backwards, the freedom in it to be lift. Then going back so far to be side by side a chair, it next to me and I beside it in the air at the same level, in a sitting position, as if I were in a figuratively speaking chair, too. I laughed.

I went towards one of my best girls, found her subdued in the back, head dropped, chin down, looking guilty for the anger rising in her beat, within her core to be angry with my not giving importance on how much importance she is with me. But, we embraced, kissed twice, then I shouted to the space over ocean, of sand, of companion, "I've been happy!"

I took her close, holding her clasped against me tightly, and I held her tighter than any, went straight into a dance, felt her whole being with me,
telling her I'll hold her to the end of time. Which sounds so cliche now, but in the dream it was significant, it was mighty to state there.

[SadLuckDame]

Some of me...

Woke up with a golden and turquoise butterfly ring, worn on the middle finger, but stretched across three. Etched onto the back of it was my Nana's name. It had arrived in the mail unexpectedly, had spent years in an attic then retrieved by a stranger and found it's way to me from an older state I'd lived in longer ago...in my hands because I was easily accessible on the internet.

Dreamt about sharing a sleeping space with my parents, it was a long dorm type sleeping room with many beds to choose from, many different dressers with large mirrors. I woke to find the tall mirrors placed behind the back of the dressers, so we could not view ourselves. I approached my mother and said, "Don't do that. I know you think if the mirrors stay up for the night, that the devil will be at tricks to capture us, but he won't and you're too superstitious!" I spent the morning searching rooms to make a better space for her to sleep in, so she'd not interfere and put fears on my thoughts.

I don't know where you are or why you stay away.

[SadLuckDame]

Just did some google searching on mirrors, freaky stuff about mirrors in the bedroom, but I do likes to wake and spook myself, also fond of putting up a tall broken mirror, just to say to superstition.."I dare you!" and be a bully to the bully. Anything to have what I want, I s'pose.

[stilltrucking]

I dreamed about Isabella Rose this morning. I did not realize it was a dream about her until I woke up because in the dream she was a truck. Isabella Rose went to Laredo and I was going to Laredo too, but I overslept and they locked the gate.

[short timer]

I dreamed about 'I' last night
woke up thinking about the transgressive

[SadLuckDame]

Is she a vision when you sleep it off, if you're needing a vision?
I think I'm hinting at women more than little Isabella, women being distraction, though not what you seem to go after much, besides on a whim. I could be misreading the latest details. I'm not sure of anything these days. My mind's mush, my jelly.

[SadLuckDame]

As promised, think this will embarrass me and I've hesitation to post it, but there's not much in halting a thing, or if we do we'll go boredom.

He was an old man, I saw him in bed with Dina, she sat a top facing him and I'd only noticed her long dark 50's hair hint at her shoulders. His face, however, faced at my side of the room and the look on his face was a look of ecstasy in the moment, a look when all in room fades and he was only looking at what it was he was sweet with.

Some time later I'd gone to the bathroom for a rr relaxation, a little r and r, my friend says rest and relaxation. I don't know how the turn took place, but it did and I found out I was then Dina, not as Dina, but Dina herself and he went to kneel in front of me, still ecstatic, still looking on at what was his sweet and heated up quickly in front of me, drawing off his trouser. I noticed the surgery scars, the extent of his legs were scarred and immediately I felt a worry on his condition if he continued to pursue his sweet in me.

Going down on his knees and I said, "Don't hurt yourself with it. Wait and...", my hesitating for his health, I'd not wanted to be the cause of his pain. I tried to go onto his member, felt the heat of us, but pulling back up, for want of not wanting to bring my weight onto his lap, to his knees and he pushed up from the floor to go towards me, instead in this fashion, but his own weight being a weight on his weak and there we were, within the heats of it, but not able to penetrate past just having the heat. If we went for it, there would be weight added to his already scars. Hanging out in the right before, and only going that far without a way to get further. Passion.

[stilltrucking]

I was
'In like Flynn'.
But I withdrew
When I realized she did mean No.

It seemed like it took for ever
a moment frozen in memory

[SadLuckDame]

I went to a shop to buy herbs, the lady was friends of my sister's, to my luckiness, she let us (my sister and I) in at the back door.

I carried a huge pot up the back steps, it was full of what I'd already owned and had planted. She looked it over and said, "You'll need a lot more types of herbs to grow. All three of your plants are something like milk..."she started to list what it was I was growing, a coconut plant, and almond tree and something other.

At her recommendation, I brought home things that seasoned.

miss u.