dream entry:

in the first part of my dream from last night i am watching a movie with zig. it is a very interesting movie and i am absolutely moved/shocked/enthralled. it is one of those movies that one feels they need to tell everyone they see about�it is just exciting to know you have seen such a thing.

after the movie we step out into a bleak and dreary landscape, everything in muted greys and browns. it is drizzling and i offer to pick her up at the entrance if the auditorium where we have seen the movie. i off to get the car -- get lost, distracted, and end up taking a while before pulling up to zig. she is cold and a little frowny, but happy to see me. we plan to see the movie again in an hour or so.

after watching the film the second time (such an amazing film that leaves me with a feeling of blissful enrapture, though i do not remember anything else but emotions), some people invite us back to their apartment for a get together type thing and we have nothing else to do so sure, after all, it may entertain for a while.

there is a random, but smarmy boy � supposedly some type of friend that i know -- who takes me back a corridor to talk to me about something. we end up in his bedroom, all slanted lght blue walls and tiny, disheveled bed. he explains his life and situation, how he is getting kicked out of his room in this apartment because her does not have his sheisse together. at this point he announces, and that is why i am moving in with you for a while, probably a semester. at this point i answer, probably no. he is surprised at my comment and discounts it as a joke, at which point i state that there is no falsity � he simply is not invited nor does he have a place in my house or my life.

i walk back up the corridor toward the gathering and am offered a beverage with LSD in it�3 drops of liquid swirled around in something like cool-aid. i gulp this down, happily.

i realize soon that i am bathed in a pool of colored light. i look up � there is a huge, round stained-glass window in the ceiling of the apartment and where i am sitting in right in the middle of its colored beams. i think, what a wonderful thing! this is going to be excellent! �and i decide that i must write down my experience. when i pick up a nearby yellow notebook i realize that i can no longer write and i become lost in the blue lines of the page, reflecting stained light crossing and crissing in such an entrancing way.

and my sweet TT wrote me his dreams from last night:

TT: I had weird dreams last night

first, and the one I can barely remember, there was something about a weird guy who killed his daughter and it comes out years later when i(we?) are in this house. can't remember how exactly, but it was scary in a neat way.

the other was this short one, where I went to the V monologues, but with Jay and Silent Bob. right before it started, they (ppl running the show) let out a bunch of cats so that the audience could have things to pet while watching.

just imagine!! wooty!!

there is a bar in boston where one can go and drink the drinks of the strong made by Red (who will tell you the story of how he was friends of ringo star and the beatles back in the day) and there are cats (remember amalthea?? � bar cats!!�and they jump up on your lap and you just pet them and get pleasantly drunk. it is quite the feeling. every bar should have cats, there would be a lot less depression in the world, methinks. they should have cats in grocery stores and office buildings�and cats in churches and on public transportation�

as a matt-er of a fact, i should have a kitty at work. (perhaps that would keep me from getting so pissed with blintzy.)

damnit, i explained that before, five minutes ago. *rolls eyes*