dream 25

Laura wrote a book about her young life and it included pictures as a child with her brother. It was a big hard cover book that I found in the library. It was one of those books you were not allowed to borrow but to just use as reference. I stole it so I could finish reading it later.

I'm at Grammy's house in Maine. There's a party celebrating something but I don't recognize anyone. Then Laura comes out of nowhere, approaches me and says," you can measure a persons happiness by their tan, by the glow of their skin. I'm pregnant," she says, smiling. I run to a different room to hide. I find out she's there with her mother, who sort of looks like Jolene's mother but it's definitely not. Later it comes to my attention that her husband has been cheating on her. She approaches me again, but I can't take being around her and I run outside to my car. Her car is parked just up ahead; a light green color sports car with smoke coming from the exhaust. I turn on my ignition to leave and as I pass her car, I can see the vague outline of someone sitting in the drivers seat. As I watch the rear-view mirror and the car recedes, her head pops into view from the back seat, startling me. We drive on together. My emotional wall begins to crack and fall. We are holding each other and we kiss. I'm so happy to hold her face in my hands again that I forget everything.


So I woke up at 2:30 am with this dream fresh on my mind. I tossed it over and over trying to understand it. By 2:45 am it was dissipating quickly so I snagged my phone/alarm clock from bureau and typed what I could into my notebook app. At 5:45 am I typed it from my phone to my computer. There was more to it but I think I got the significant dream plots/images.

Jagged Little Pill thoughts

Well it is the 20th year anniversary of Alanis Morissette's break through album, Jagged Little pill and it seems like only yesterday. I loved that album, from the anthem You Ought to Know to the gentler sentimental Mary Jane. When I got a hold of that disc I was addicted to it-- more often than not, I'd throw it in the built-in CD player on my mother's word processor and listen to the entire disc over and over while I worked on my very first drafts of Fat Habits. Heck there was not a bar in Massachusetts that didn't have that CD on its juke box. Girls from Randolph to Winnetka California wanted to be her; and the guys wanted to be with her. That gorgeous face, the long hair, the angst and that powerful voice just totally won me over. Just another slice of life memory from the 90's that makes that period very special to me.