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Another reason Joel and I are a good match

The two of us can find entertainment anywhere. We could just be standing around waiting for a bus and we'll start making up jingles about jackets and within minutes we're both laughing hysterically. I don't know, he's just a lot of fun. We went to the Russian grocery store and it felt like we'd been transported to another country, nobody spoke english and everything was weird and interesting looking. We got some smoked salmon and decided we needed bagels and walked over to Safeway and spent a really long time wandering through the aisles being obnoxious. Grocery shopping became this really goofy funny thing because Joel was with me. It was strangely comfortable, acting all domestic like that. Uhoh.

I had really strange, vivid dreams last night. In one dream, George Carlin was a well known artist who had done several album covers for prog rock bands before becoming an art instructor in San Francisco. He was offering me an enormous, beautiful art studio, rent-free, and had decided to take me under his wing. I didn't really care for his art, but I respected him. Then I woke up with a horrible horrible headache, and when I went back to sleep for a little while, I had a really visual dream full of fireworks and brilliant colors and creepy black cocktails full of lima beans and kim chee. When I woke up, the headache was gone.

I just heard a song on the radio with the lyric, "My Daddy is a Trombone playin' man! Tell me where is my daddy with that Big Long Sliding Thing?"

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parisgreen
Feb. 19th, 2002 04:43 am (UTC)
Mmmm, kim-chee cocktails!
caffeina
Feb. 19th, 2002 04:59 am (UTC)
In the dream, I was sitting in a small penthouse/bird's nest that looked like Sam Wo's, but with windows on all sides and a seat that ran around the perimeter. My friends were toasting with these grotesque opaque inky cocktails so I kept sipping at mine to be polite, but it was really awful.

I kept checking my watch, too, noticed it was 11:45 and almost New Year's and I didn't think we would have a good view of the fireworks. My friend pippilina has told me that looking at clocks and watches is impossible in a dream, and therefore it's a good method to kickstart a lucid dreamstate. After looking at my watch and trying to relax, there were all these fireworks in between the skyscrapers outside, 15 minutes early! We were all clamboring on top of each other to see them. Suddenly the entire sky lit up brighter than burning magnesium, and I had a very bad feeling about that, but it was beautiful, everything was glowing. Then I woke up.
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