My dreams: my paintings

For me dreams often play out like episodes from the twilight zone. A lot of my friends will not know about the twilight zone which is just sad. If you don't know about the twilight zone let me know and you and I will have a little pow-wow. Don't worry, you unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into....the Twilight Zone. So back to this dream. I think I have brought up my dreams on the bloganater before so I'll keep it brief. We'll leave it to say that it involved a society where everyone's lives would depend on the situation of one person. A queen bee of sorts. Occasionally one of these queen bees would fail meaning that discretely they would be wiped out (the only one I saw, they were eaten by gnats that got in through the vents in their SUV) and no one would ever speak of them again. They basically had never existed. After the one failed family was eaten by gnats my sister became the bell of society. This is my tall, beautiful sister Nikki. (She and I look nothing alike, dang it all). However she had kids, which she doesn't and my other sister Cora does, and a unhealthy love a a coffee cup she named Ted which had Whinny the pooh on it. She does not like Whinny the pooh, that is also a Cora trait and I have no idea where the name Ted came from. So the character was basically a morphed individual made up of my two sisters and she was earnestly telling Jeff (my brother in law) that his children had made her cry... "Do you see these Roo? These are tears... they made me cry on Ted". That was weird... I was sitting next to Jeff on the couch when I decided that the whole thing was a little too strange for me so I wandered off to check out the rest of the house. Cool house, the kids bathroom had a slide going into the bathtub. In the kitchen I found my Dad. (I love my dad) and he and I were talking when his cell phone started ringing, since no one was supposed to know that we were in that world it meant that we had been caught and there for were about to be murdered. So we slammed down the phone and started to run. We ended up in this room where all sort of women (the house mom's of the society) were dangling from trapezes. Sally fields was among them. I know that is weird, but when I was little I wanted to be just like her cause of the movie Smokey and Bandit. Wow, off topic, anyhow long story short the dream ended in me thinking I was better at the trapeze then all of those people so I was going to show them how it was done which ended up in my cross chaining (which you can't do on a trapeze) and getting all tangled up... the dream turned from twilight zone into a womp-womp-womp moment where they lower the curtain on a struggling sara who is trying to get her foot out from the chain but since she is hanging upside down she isn't making any progress. I woke drooling and highly entertained.

I have been stuck in my own little personal time warp lately. I have no idea where time has gone but suddenly I am faced with finals week and graduation. Woah.. when did that happen? Wasn't it still March the last time I looked? I'd like to blame a certain pink panther for this one but I think I am at fault as well. Stupid happiness infringing on the misery that is my educational life. :) Speaking of that man I love, I had the pleasure of seeing road rash for the first time this weekend. (Don't worry Joey's mom, it wasn't bad.. I'm just a newbie). He was in a crash on the last lap, suddenly everyone sped by and there was no joey with them. Bob said something along the lines of "Oh shit, he's down". My heart started to beat a little faster and I, in all my grand intelligence, said in response, "I'm going to assume that is roadie slang for he ate it, right?". Not the best comment to make when your boy has been in a crash. However upon rushing over to the pile up area we saw a shaky joey riding towards us... WHEW!!!!!! He is moving, so he is going to be okay. His back was, yeah... raw meat is the best visual I have. I learned something about myself, normally my nursing "let's get this taken care of attitude" takes over immediately. Not really the case when it is someone I love...there was a good three minute delay of my brain going into "oh, my baby's hurt" mode. But after he got cleaned up and it was all okay... little bit bleeding for the rest of the day and a new discovery for mole removal (we call it mole begone). I also learned how to clean up road rash and apply bandages. Sweet! Hopefully I won't have to put it into practice too often, as least not on Joey. But if I do I guess it will be good that I know how to now. :)

Other than that I am going to the game tomorrow!!! NICE!!!! The Avs have been suffering the last couple of games but tomorrow I will be screaming my heart out so that will be encouragement right? Forsberg has been out recently too because of that stupid groin injury but maybe I'll be lucky. (I'm very optimistic because frankly the Avs rule, and Forsberg is a sexy beast). The only thing that would make this better would be if I were there with Joey. I wonder why it is that we always manage to score tickets when the other one is out of town? Unfair and lame. I have spoken. Good night all.. I have an 8 am study date at the library with a Chemistry text book.