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a bit hungover today.. a hem

Anyway, I don't remember any dreams. I'm going to do some caricatures though. That should be fun....

good afternoon sprites!

I woke up this morning and didn't remember any dreams, so I had a bit of a nap.

Very realistic and more talking, noise. We were watching a reality show. It was about 2 guys and 2 girls on an obstacle course. The point was to skateboard up the escalators, and around a toy car track upside down. Only one boy could do it. The girls being interviewed and they were being sued for some damage they had caused, they weren't happy. 

Then I was on scene trying the skate board. Anna arrived and Bev was waiting outside, for  some reason she didn't want to be around us, and Anna and I were discussing it. The skate had 2 plastic containers as wheels, the front part of my foot was supposed to fit in, the lid was to seal around and the air trapped inside was to help bounce along, but I couldn't get it to work. Then were were walking around under the escalators, it kind of reminded me of Chinook mall and the escalators going up to the theater, around the toy store. There was a chemistry set that someone had been playing with that smelled like weed. We all went for a sniff and understood why Bev didn't want to be around us, she thought we were smoking it. 

Then we were sitting in my car, behind the Didsbury curling rink. Corey was shotgun, a skinny exchange kid and I were sitting in the middle, Ashley Edwards was in driver, and Anna and Dave were in the back. I was talking to Ashley, and someone was horsing around, there was hot popcorn on my lap and I started protesting. The skinny kid was getting mad, I told him if he didn't like it, he could get out, so he did. He squeezed out the passenger door like a ribbon. 

Then we decided to drive around. We were on the road parallel to the train tracks in Didsbury. We passed a billboard for vibe 98.5, there was a number on it: 121. They were advertising the wedding they were financing, the goal was to get 121 strangers at the wedding but admission was $4.95. We passed a Chinese sculpture shop with huge, gorgeous, golden statues in the window. I wanted to go in so we drove to park in the lot, Corey was driving. As we were walking in, Ashley was telling Corey that she sprayed a random cologne on herself, Corey said it made her smell like a doctor. I couldn't smell it and started whining, "I can't smell it, what's wrong with me?!" I walked in the first door, and as I was going through the second, a man was holding open the door trying to exit. We were in his way, he looked perturbed and started mumbling and to himself and twitching. Corey looked back, worried, I ran and hugged him and we carried on to the store. We were looking down an isle at a kinetic sculpture like a lazy susan, there was a plastic flamingo on grass around a pond on top. Eden appeared and was telling us how she made one just like it, then she saw shot glasses she wanted but they were too expensive. They were marked cheap for the next day. I went around to the other side of the aisle and Eden and I were trying on hats. They were ugly. The others were at the register paying, and I was looking at purses and necklaces, I wanted to take something apart and use the parts in my own art. There were three women in the aisle, 2 were sitting on a bench, one was talking and standing. The 2 sitting were a grandmother and granddaughter. The little girl said to me, "I like it because it's shiny." I smiled at her. There was a purse strap with very large brown lips at charms. I really wanted it. I mistook the price, what I thought was $20 was actually $120. I also saw a centaur necklace and a solved rubix cube amongst many others. Corey came to collect me, the others were waiting for me. I wanted him to buy it for me, but I didn't voice that. I was frantically pulling out my phone so I could get a picture of the lips. Corey put his hand on my shoulder, was gently shaking me and I couldn't get a focused photo. I was really angry at him. We left the store as a woman was coming in, the door was extra wide and I shoved it open so we could all fit through. Corey knew I was angry with him and he started belting out Alive by Edwin in an opera voice. A man leaving a liquor store was walking across behind us and joined in on the song. I started laughing really hard, and I wasn't angry anymore. 

yay! second day in a row!

I always wondered if there was any point for me to write a blog, does anyone really mind what I write? Beyond that self doubting thought, this has proven a good challenge to practice consistency for me. How shall I do? Stay tuned to find out!

Alrighty! Here is my dream from last night!

dark, covered. I was sorting containers, drawers and other crap in my parents basement. Some containers were filled with liquid, food, toxic material, etc. and I was making sure to dispose of it properly. It took most of the dream to complete the sort. I felt like there was someone there watching me, the way I usually do when I'm in the basement for real life. My Auntie Sharon came down to talk to me. 

That's it. Thrilling hey? No, Meg, that was not interesting. Yesterday I fell back asleep after I blogged and had a better dream. I didn't get  chance to add it. So to reignite the spark, I'm going to P.S. it! OK enjoy!

P.S. Colorful, fantastical. The beginning took place in my bedroom but the room was bigger and the furniture either moved or altered. I was getting ready to work out on my extremely old school exercise bike, but really I wanted to masterbate. Beth had drawn a picture for me on my old small chalk board and wanted to show me. She wouldn't leave. I tidied my laundry in annoyance, then I started playing with the chalk. A big meeting table appeared in my room, Eden was sitting a desk with a computer in the corner, and Mom, Dad and I were sitting around the table at one of the corners. Mom left to go rollerblading. Dad was telling me how everything he bought was crap after he got off the phone. He was talking to someone about the steaks he bought from them, they were advising him not to eat them, they were probably bad. I asked him what else was crappy. He said, "this table." There was a keyboard tray on tracks under the table, and the tracks went all the way across the length of the table. He shoved the tray and it slid all the way to the other side and crashed on the floor. We all started laughing. 

Then we were in a building I have never seen before. It was bright, sunny day and looked like it was a scene from Mario Land, on the N64 game. We were waiting for classmates to arrive, and one girl was handing out bright blue kokanee cans. Our coach decided to take us out to the field to play dodgeball. Dad, Jordy, Mom (flashed in and out) and I walked with the class most of the way then veered off to visit a man who lived atop a very tall tower, with series of stairways to access the house. His house looked like a weird gallery inside. I ate pancakes with oatmeal in them, yogurt, chocolate bars and tea, while the others were talking. Jordy had a small choc. milk with NEU in the stamp on the carton. We knew the milk was bad because we had cartons with the same stamp and they were all sour. When it was time to leave, Jordy and I went ahead down the stairs while Dad stayed a bit to say goodbye. I could see two men arriving, they were dressed in very colorful, elaborate costume clothes, and they gave an air of menacing. I turned back and continued down, Dad started down, I stopped turned and started shouting back at the man to warn him. The men scowled at me, went inside and shut the door. 

Then I was laying with Will Farrell on a straw matt, which was the roof of a straw hut. There were a series of huts, all connected by walkways or small walls. He was naked and I was fondling and kissing him. He said that we should be quiet so the rats wont bite us. He started floating up and followed a woman's presence. That presence was everywhere in my dream but I never saw her, only felt her. She was watching but not interfering. Then I was with Colin. He had been in some sort of demon coma for a three days and had wrote on paper and the floor and the wall in a creepy room in a basement. There were evil words, sketches and blood smeared all around. He was afraid and asked me what he should do. I told him to keep writing and started to rub his back.

I'm starting to dream alot about my surroundings, objects and words I've seen the day before and people that I know and are close to. I used to dream about frightening and odd places, with an obscene amount of detail. There was usually water or buildings hiding something from me. And I was usually afraid. I find it rather odd. I wonder what my future dreams will be like. hmmm... and I can't believe masterbate gets a red squiggly line under it! 

I'm noticing a shift in what I dream

I had trouble sleeping this week, so I took a gravol to help me feel like sleeping. Here is what I imagined last night...

Dull colors. I was following a deer through a forest with a similar feel to the tree grove at my parents farm. As I was following, we came upon a moose that was grazing amongst the trees. The deer spoke to the moose and let him know I was following and was a threat perhaps. I felt the moose become aware of me, and grabbed a large branch off the ground to protect myself. The moose was coming towards me, I quickly climbed the nearest tree to me, there were many trunks and limbs. The moose got to the base of my tree and reached up to slap my legs. He had surprising long reach. I climbed higher, having trouble. He kept slapping me, taunting and circling the tree. He started transforming to get better access to attack me. His first shape was a knitted duck, those old school ones that were designed to hold soap bars in their bodies. I dove down towards him and started strangling the duck. I felt sad but also concerned for my own safety. 

~I was apart of a community in Calgary whose neighbourhood was going to be affected by the building of a sound wall. The residents didn't want it to be built and were upset. Mom and Dad came to visit me at ACAD. Soon I had to leave so I could be home in time for the community meeting with the city. On the bus, which drove on the c-train tracks, the fat, uninterested operator was handing out envelopes with info pamphlets from the city. They were addressed to certain people, but he was handing them to anyone. I saw one addressed to Shaun Doiron. The man in front of me had mine. I asked for it and started reading. There was a handle leading to a page with a trowel image on the page. The handle could be detached. There was alot of distracting info about the benefits of sound walls, various projects in works by the city, work by the Children's Hospital, and about the contractors involved. There was a picture near the end of a nude man posing in a barnyard. I started giggling. A woman was sitting next to me, and my sister Eden was a few seats back, watching. The woman asked why I was giggling so I showed her the picture. The man had changed positions, he was doing a hand stand. She became really interested and continued to watch the picture change...

I woke up to my alarm. 

o dear blogging skills needed

O I've been behind!

Ok, last weekend, I had a migraine for 3 days and I don't remember my dreams. Tuesday night, I didn't fall asleep until 5am, then had a crappy sleep and don't remember my dreams. Somedays I get going with different activities and don't record my dreams diligently! Then I feel guilty and don't want to blog! So, if I don't record my dreams, I will find a good joke, or at least something to put up here! I'm going swimming tonight, maybe the water will loosen my brain waves! until then...