Dreams...

Last nights dreaming:
I dreamt I had to pick up a famous author at a bus station in Pittsburgh. Why she couldn't get a bus ticket to Boston I don't know. So I had to drive all the way from Boston to Pittsburgh and get back in time to go to work and school. I get there and I find a bus station full of derelicts, across the street is a thrift store. Tehre are several ail shops and salons, and a a few porn stores and liquor stores and I stand there thinking there's nothing to do in this town but eat, drink and fuck.

I get a call on my cell phone to meet the famous author woman in a fancy hotel for breakfast. She is short and dumpy with longish, curly mousy, brown hair. I think, with a little upkeep her hair might be quite nice. I buy us two mimosa's and they cost $32. I am not shocked by the price in the dream but somewhere in my head I think I was screaming $32!!!! That's fucking insane. I smile, pay for the drinks and go over to talk to famous author lady. I still don't know her name. The woodwork in the fancy hotel is very a very nice honey color that I find comforting.

We magically are back home and it's raining. HARD. Inside my house my father in law is frantically trying to stop the rain from coming in through the foundation of the new addition on the back of the house. Ron is on the computer looking for ways to stop leaks and he finds a magic keyboard shortcut that fixes it. Fancy author lady looks over my book collection and says "This is where I belong" and she turns into a book and flies onto the shelf. I can hear snoring.

I was then walking in front of the library of the town I live in when I saw a friend of mine who also lives in town walking a small dog and pulling a cart full of groceries. He tipped his signature adventurerer style hat to me and said good day in an odd accent while the dog tried to bite my foot. Then I woke up.

The night before lasts dream:
Jennifer Aniston and Gwyneth Paltrow are not friends. The only thing they have in common is Brad Pitt. In this dream they were both impregnated by him and miscarried.

They both made sculptures to represent thier loss. Gwyneth made a bowl that was rounded at the bottom and squarish at the rim. It was white on the outside and a deep red on the inside. She made it then smashed it and was healed of her pain.

Jennifer made an all white heart with wings. It was about 3 feet long and could really fly. She kept it tied to her wrist with a string so it wouldn't fly away. Gwyneth tried to convince her to let it go and she would be healed, but she couldn't. So she got a flying sportscar and drove around the city, I don't know which city, and started blowing up parking garages.

I told you I have weird dreams.