there was a dream recently in which:

i live in boston in jamaicaplain with my TT (who seems to be out of town in the dream�but i know i live with him). idlechic and fouronthefloor have come for a visit, and the three of us go to a party with merrydeath.

as it turns out, we arrive late and only the two guys throwing the party are left. while merrydeath schmoozes (these are two friends of hers), idlechic, fouronthefloor and i go out for a walk. we walk alongside a six lane road, quite deserted, and have good talks about our lives, how we treat people and each other, and mutual levels of respect. it is quite the good conversation.

soon it is time to return to the party. somehow i am made the grrl-who-takes-the-sick-and-drunk-boys to the bathroom, and i end up taking the two owners on various trips upstairs. i wait outside the bathroom while they pee�they prattle on to me as they do so. the last time i take the taller guy upstairs he pulls me aside and tries to explain how absolutely stricken with idlechic he is�he especially is drawn to her �amazingly sexy heart-shaped lips.�

woot!

in a dream last night i am at some sort of underground performance club. amalthea is there with her boyfriend. they perform some sort of comedy routine where he is dressed in a silver gumby suit (all huge and foam) and she is in some sort of grass-skirt outfit with baby blue bikini top and black-face. it is quite strange, and i watch as a member of the audience.

where did that one come from?

dreams are odd odd things, methinks. yes. I have slept the past two nights, and well. dreams and sleep are two of my favorite things�also on my favorite list has to be artichokes, nuzzling your nose into a fuzzy kitty belly, TT giggles, eating dinner with the fish, maturity, close friendships, independence, the internet *wink*, my red shoes, my garden, driving utte, this cup of coffee and the biscotti i am dipping in it, and change.