filmnoir

Hmm. This is pretty accurate, almost canny too considering the house roses [see 86]

( Birth Month )

I had a couple of dreams last night. In one, I was in a warehouse that supposedly my dad either owned or managed (impossibilty being that his career was in law enforcement) that was extremely dirty, such that there were lots of small brownish mice that lived in the warehouse. They would scatter if you jumped at them. In the other dream, the best friend to one of my sister's childhood friends (and sister to my childhood best friend C.) made a rude, scoffing sort of remark so I told her to get out of my house. I then realized that most of the other guests liked her (even with the remark) and they got pissed at me and started leaving too.

( A Horse? )

~avec plaisir~

I woke up this morning thinking I was in a self-reflecting mood; I'm still not sure.

In the dream, I was standing on an ocean shore in the hint of light of the day. Nearby, sitting on a beach towel, a woman was writing in a leather covered journal that I knew I had given her in a script that was beautiful to look at. She was mixing poetry with what she was writing; I remember one of the lines being "...Peace quickens the heart..." When the sun started to rise, she stood next to me watching as I, one hand lightly touching my back. Then she shook out the beach towel, draped it over her shoulder, and took my hand leading me back home.

This week is going to wind up my classes for the term, this year. I hope to be able to start on tonight's papers during the week so that I am not short on time this coming weekend, esp if I plan to go to Pa.'s Jags party (still thinking about it). I plan then to finish the CD project, get some Christmas gifts that I need to send off in the mail, and take care of that next Monday; that Tuesday I will then post the final grades for my classes (hopefully Wed. I get my Xmas present, a laptop :) ). Lots of things going on this week and next. The good thing is I have Friday, Monday-Tuesday off forthcoming to get some of this stuff done. I got a lot of cards out this weekend. :)

Speaking of weekend » Music Sample-12/09

~avec plaisir~

I had an interesting dream last night. In it, a woman I dated briefly in Saginaw (but had distinct ties to WSU) was teaching an IL (information literacy for those nonlibrarians among you, valued readers) course in the SVSU teaching lab. The interesting thing about it it was she was teaching about how to differentiate scholarly material in different languages. I remember feeling a little lost until she talked about some with Spanish titles which I am familiar with. The IL course ended and we chit-chatted as the lab emptied. Before I left though she wanted to warn me about a person as she said they were "messing with [my] head"; to give her warning more meaning she even wrote the words "MESSING WITH HEAD" on the dry erase board. The dream then shifted to a field near a mountain range with tall grass where I stood hand in hand with a woman I could not see for whatever reason. I almost said something about the spectacular view but then realized my companion would say something to that effect in a moment. Surprisingly, the woman simply said "You're beautiful." Then the dream shifted to a bedroom and my realizing that the normal space I've left for another person while sleeping (since the L. days; 'tis still an actual habit) was filled by someone sleeping there and the wonderful feeling that entailed.

To add more stupidity to the whole needlessness of the military in Iraq, the news anchor for ABC and his cameraman got seriously injured when a road bomb struck their vehicle. I had once aspirations of being a journalist but I wonder just how far some will go to get a story. I just wonder if putting oneself in harm's way is worth a single story--from whatever perspective--especially if it is eventually distilled down to the point of general American acceptability.

~avec plaisir~