..::04.02.07::..
this isn't going to make sense to anyone cause it barely makes sense to me. it's just that it's been a long time since i remembered a dream, and when i write them down i tend to dream more...although honestly i feel like i slept hardly at all, and i blame it on my efforts to better my lungs.
***1***
andrew rescues a small thing that starts out as a crab and ends up as a gecko. this dream is sort of like a modern day kids movie. i'm not sure what happens but he escapes andrew's care. at one point it ends up on a buffet in a thai restaurant. it's in a flat metal tray next to another soup. the pet, whom i don't believe had a name (i'll call him herme after my hermit crab), is playing dead in his tray. until the lady tending the buffet realizes that the soup is tepid and relights the bottom. apparently, all the crabs are playing dead. the woman starts to kill them by cracking their claws with a hammer. herme escapes narrowly and comes to stay with me. i have a cage for him. he loves me. we snuggle. it's cute. but he misses andrew. enter the incredible journey. now this thing has morphed somehow--and he's somehow able to run at top speeds and latch onto car bumpers...and he hitches his way home to andrew. meanwhile, i'm back in my room. which is a hotel room apparently. i'm chatting with chris. i'm excited as i haven't talked to him in a long time. i have a camera on my computer and so does he. but mine makes me look like i'm flickering...almost like a strobe light. and his makes him look like a cartoon character. it's basically an image he made (in real life) off of a sticker machine only he has little things sticking out of him like hellraiser. he can't really talk more than a few seconds. but he tells me that he wants to get together for that scone sometime soon so we can talk about real things. then he says something that i tried so hard to remember to remember, but i'm sure i'm botching it. it was something like "what's the point of the present if you're not really living it?"
***2***
a short dream about my dad. he tells me that my grandfather has been coming to him in his dreams. i chalk this up to the book i'm reading now, both in my dream and in reality. my dad says he read what i've been writing over the years and that i'm actually not a bad writer. i go to read what i've written--can't remember if i've ever dogged him honestly...and there is an entry from early in the morning--where i say something like the dream and stop. apparently i really wanted to remember the first dream i had. and then there is an entry from 9:14am that says "ouhla".
i'm confused. i wasn't drunk last night. it's not me to write complete nonsense, even if i have drank...and certainly not a single word at that. i then realize that it means hello in vietnamese. (oddly, i wanted to know if this is true, and although it's all over sites written in french, i can not find a translation.) somehow i realize that it's my grandfather communicating with me from beyond.
***random***
i've been chastised in the past for my views on mister rogers. i realize he's dead now, but this does have a point. swears. anyhow, in watching him as an adult i found him to be seriously creepy. like molester status creepy. and i'm not sure i'd let my kids watch him now. the other day elmo was on tv. i guess i've never really analyzed what bothers me about him...until now. it's not the voice--although picturing kevin clash doing the voice was creepy until i just googled him. looks sweet as hell. anyhow, i realized that elmo only refers to himself in the third person. i can't recall the other characters doing that...maybe the do? but i don't recall. anyhow, elmo lied. he said he was having his 3rd birthday. bastard has been around way longer than that. :)
