Oddly enough, since the incident with my father, I've been having frequent dreams of painful, emotional confrontations with him. So much for dreams being all cryptic and crap. What happened to poetic dreams of mountains too difficult to move or being stuffed into the bottom of a glass bottle filled with the stomach acid of a llama (you know, that old standard)? The most recent dream did involve me being attacked by bees during the confrontation so at least I got a tad bit of poetry. I guess they just don't make dreams like they used to. <sigh>
| June 7, 2005 10:17am | 
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Now I'm having dreams about him, too. Thanks.
Valette | June 8, 2005 8:20AM
The stomach acid of a llama? Glass bottle? Have you been reading my diary?
I usually have dreams where I'm at the bookstore and some guy asks me for a Maple Syrup cookbook... And I marry him... I guess he'd have to be pretty sweet if he cooked with maple syrup... Do they even make a maple syrup cookbook?
jay | June 8, 2005 8:22AM