Either my new bed is really comfortable, or it's really uncomfortable, because I've been remembering my dreams the last few nights, which is really unusual.
Three nights ago, I had the most amazing flying dream. I was in a production of Guys & Dolls directed by George C. Wolfe in this huge old movie palace-like theater. An aerial production.
I can't, of course, remember who I was playing, but I do know that all the actors were strapped into flying gear a la Cathy Rigby in Peter Pan, and we were flinging ourselves all over the theater. Not just the stage, but up to the second and third balconies. Without an ounce of fear. It was glorious. I hated waking up.
Two nights ago, I found myself in the middle of a modern-day version of a 1930s gangster flick. I was chasing/being chased by a bunch of inept gangsters. I learned one important thing: I'm not so good with driving a Model T truck. Many wide turns ending up driving on sidewalks, with pedestrians scrambling akimbo. Model T trucks don't have power steering, even in my dreams.
Last night -- yes, I've remembered dreams three nights in a row -- I finally got around (in my dreams!) to taking my dad's watch to have a new wrist band and face crystal installed. I went to a not-particularly-fancy watch repair place, and the guy wanted $4400 to do the repairs.
What's that about, I wonder? At first I thought maybe I was thinking about the TV show, but I haven't had cable for several months, and I haven't seen that show for over six months, I think. So that couldn't be it.
Anyone have any idea what 4400 might mean, numerology-wise? I'm curious.
I was back at the Font of Dionysus last night, and The Cajun was working, slinging drinks for the masses. It's really quite pleasant to sit at a bar and -- knowing that you're not exactly falling over yourself with cash -- nurse one glass of really nice wine for a while. I've been an object lesson in savoring a good glass of wine... one sip at a time.
Uncharacteristically, I've been indulging in white wines, too. I figure since it's summer (and the damn temperature outside is hovering near 100°), I should go for something light and crisp.
I'll look forward to the return of the milder weather... and the heavier reds.
Just as a side note: I wonder if the fact that I'm sleeping so well has something to do with the fact that I'm mildly sedated by the one glass of wine I've been nursing. That would explain Tuesday and Wednesday nights, but not Monday.
I just love a mystery.
Three nights ago, I had the most amazing flying dream. I was in a production of Guys & Dolls directed by George C. Wolfe in this huge old movie palace-like theater. An aerial production. I can't, of course, remember who I was playing, but I do know that all the actors were strapped into flying gear a la Cathy Rigby in Peter Pan, and we were flinging ourselves all over the theater. Not just the stage, but up to the second and third balconies. Without an ounce of fear. It was glorious. I hated waking up.
Two nights ago, I found myself in the middle of a modern-day version of a 1930s gangster flick. I was chasing/being chased by a bunch of inept gangsters. I learned one important thing: I'm not so good with driving a Model T truck. Many wide turns ending up driving on sidewalks, with pedestrians scrambling akimbo. Model T trucks don't have power steering, even in my dreams.
Last night -- yes, I've remembered dreams three nights in a row -- I finally got around (in my dreams!) to taking my dad's watch to have a new wrist band and face crystal installed. I went to a not-particularly-fancy watch repair place, and the guy wanted $4400 to do the repairs.
What's that about, I wonder? At first I thought maybe I was thinking about the TV show, but I haven't had cable for several months, and I haven't seen that show for over six months, I think. So that couldn't be it.
Anyone have any idea what 4400 might mean, numerology-wise? I'm curious.
I was back at the Font of Dionysus last night, and The Cajun was working, slinging drinks for the masses. It's really quite pleasant to sit at a bar and -- knowing that you're not exactly falling over yourself with cash -- nurse one glass of really nice wine for a while. I've been an object lesson in savoring a good glass of wine... one sip at a time.
Uncharacteristically, I've been indulging in white wines, too. I figure since it's summer (and the damn temperature outside is hovering near 100°), I should go for something light and crisp.
I'll look forward to the return of the milder weather... and the heavier reds.
Just as a side note: I wonder if the fact that I'm sleeping so well has something to do with the fact that I'm mildly sedated by the one glass of wine I've been nursing. That would explain Tuesday and Wednesday nights, but not Monday.
I just love a mystery.
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