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Dream by night, wish by day
Jul. 23rd, 2006 07:15 pmI should write an entire entry about the DJ event last night, but I will just say I'm amused and frightened by seeing a group of 25 teens go crazy to dance and sing to Project Pat's Googly Moogly. And it was nice to see some familiar faces of friends of friends I hadn't seen in a few years, who have beautiful children and look beautiful themselves. This theme continued today in the grocery store, when I ran into the partner of my ex-boss and one of their kids.
I can't stop having intense dreams about family and relationship and I wish it would stop. One night involved being at a family event with all my aunts and uncles and discussing sleeping arrangements and it was so familiar and comforting and then I was on the phone with my stepfather who was so kind and loving and supportive and I woke up heartbroken than I have no stepfather. I slept long and hard last night, but I still wanted to nap today and I ended up sleeping for an hour and a half, which is rare for my napping style. And in that dream there was weird fucked up stuff with family too, involving being married to my parents. Um, yeah. I still have an e-mail to write.
Perhaps it's why I was suddenly compelled to get "The Secret of NIMH" from Netflix and watch it last night. It was an absolute favorite movie childhood that I hadn't seen in over 15 years. It was not quite as amazing as I'd hoped, but still satisfying in the right places. It made me thinking about storytelling in myself and how I structure things, what spoke to me as a child, what I was hoping and longing for.
But it's a beautiful sunday evening and I don't want to delve into my psyche. I want to drink this beer and eat this slice of leftover pizza and watch this Clive Owen movie and feel the breeze on my skin.
I can't stop having intense dreams about family and relationship and I wish it would stop. One night involved being at a family event with all my aunts and uncles and discussing sleeping arrangements and it was so familiar and comforting and then I was on the phone with my stepfather who was so kind and loving and supportive and I woke up heartbroken than I have no stepfather. I slept long and hard last night, but I still wanted to nap today and I ended up sleeping for an hour and a half, which is rare for my napping style. And in that dream there was weird fucked up stuff with family too, involving being married to my parents. Um, yeah. I still have an e-mail to write.
Perhaps it's why I was suddenly compelled to get "The Secret of NIMH" from Netflix and watch it last night. It was an absolute favorite movie childhood that I hadn't seen in over 15 years. It was not quite as amazing as I'd hoped, but still satisfying in the right places. It made me thinking about storytelling in myself and how I structure things, what spoke to me as a child, what I was hoping and longing for.
But it's a beautiful sunday evening and I don't want to delve into my psyche. I want to drink this beer and eat this slice of leftover pizza and watch this Clive Owen movie and feel the breeze on my skin.
