"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Monday, November 23, 2009

dream

i saw ty get onto a huge white truck that looked like a winnebago stretch hummer hybrid. the driver of the truck was an older man dressed in a khaki safari or fishing vest covererd with pockets. he was sitting on his knees taking pictures with a 35 mm camera with a long lens and driving at the same time. i was ok with ty going off with this guy as long as they were in my sight and i followed them in my car but mia distracted me and i lost them. at first i wasn't worried cause this white truck thing was ginormous and i thought i'd find it easily. but then it was gone. i went back home to find bruce. we were in the bedroom and i noticed wide cracks all along the perimeter of the room where the walls meet the ceiling. i thought oh crap that's gonna let in such a draft our heating bills gonna be sky high and saran wrap won't fix it and its gonna be cold n drafty. then i realized it looked like the whole roof was detached. i climbed up on the radiator and pushed on the ceiling a little bit and the whole roof started to come off the rest of the house. i thought fuck its almost winter and we don't have the money right now to fix a roof where are the yellow pages i need to look up roofers can i trust a roofer from the yellow pages and ty is still off somewhere with a middle aged stranger in a fishing vest. an old guy with a camera. i thought i might as well see how bad the roof situation was so i push on the ceiling and the whole roof tips off the house like a lid. and i see that the entire underside of the roof looks like its made from sticks and palm fronds with paper towels stuck here and there for insulation fuck no wonder our house was so cold last winter. and i'm freaking out cause i think we should just buy a new house instead of trying to fix the old one but the market's still bad and we can't get what we paid for our house and now the roof is falling off. then bruce is there and he says its ok chica but i say ty is gone and i can't find him and he says its ok we'll find him then the big white truck pulls up and ty jumps down happy as a clam but he's not with an old photographer in a fishing vest he's with an adorable 20 year old named jake. and i get my vicious angry mama lioness groove on and rant at jake for taking my kid off without my permission. and jake innocently looks at me with big blue eyes and smiles and says says mrs beaty i told him blah blah blah blah. and jake is so young and innocent like the pied piper or jesus in godspell or something and it's like he has opium breath and i'm not mad any more and i say i would have gone with you too


What do you think it means?
I think it means no more hot wings in bed at midnight


8 comments:

  1. Dreaming of a house falling apart is anxiety about the family and so forth for me. I do not know about you. The dream about Ty seems to to say "Trust your instincts."
    Now- would you like to analyze my dream? Funny. I've been meaning to write about the house-dreams I have. Maybe I will. Maybe I will.

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  2. I have NO idea...remember when I postd about one of my dreams where I kept leaving my 2yo everywhere??? I'm still trying to figure that one out! Did you saran wrap your windows yet? Maybe you're just reminding yourself... :)

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  3. Wow. I'm impressed that you remembered the whole dream. You can send Jake to my dreams, he sounds lovely. The roof thing you can keep, I'm pretty sure my roof IS made of palm fronds and paper towels.

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  4. What a wacky dream?? I almost never remember my dreams, so I'm not much help...but what Ms. Moon says makes sense?

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  5. Those wings will get ya!

    Please stop by my blog when you get a chance if you're interested in the blogging-award scene. :)

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  6. Wow, what a dream! I love the house with palm fronds and paper towels and thinking, sheesh, no wonder we were so cold. The whole pace of the dream was like the beginning of a thriller. I have no idea what it all means, but it's certainly creative!

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  7. Oy, no idea. But a great description.

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  8. I was gonna ask what you ate before bed.

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so... wadaya think?

Your fairy is called Columbine Icedancer
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows.
She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.
She wears lilac and purple like columbine flowers. She has icy blue butterfly wings.