Sunday, November 28, 2004

Thanksgiving Holiday

So I am unsure if anyone else's weekend seemed as quick moving and accelerated as mine. Somehow, by Saturday evening, I realized that my petty 6 days away from the real world were drawing to a close, and I had horrible nightmares that night. I dreamed that my boyfriend wordlessly left me in some drug induced stupor and had retreated to the frat house/boys club next door. I hooked up with a lovely but sad hispanic looking gentleman in Marine's camos who also failed to conduct any meaningful conversation. We had boring, almost scientific sex. As I walked down the street, towards the frat house, in order to confront my boyfriend in my typical aggressive, Aries-asshole manner, I joined up with Steven Tyler in a remarkable pair of leather pants. I told Steven, "Your butt looks better. What did you do?" Steven gave me a steely glance of disinterest. Never found my boyfriend in his haze, lost Steven on the block, and I don't remember what happened to the beautiful latin lover.

I am not big on analyzing dreams. I have a friend with a dream book, and I am telling you, these are dangerous analytical tools. When I dream that I am burning bread in the toaster, it is simply that, you know? I have a feeling I know where the hispanic man came from, but other than that, it was most likely a result of the tryptophan from leftover turkey.

I am not looking forward to returning to real life tomorrow. Wish I could go swimming.


Mt. Diablo in summer Posted by Hello


Hope your Thanksgiving holiday left you feeling as rested, healthy and wise.  Posted by Hello