Myself

This morning I woke up to remember a vivid photograph of myself and someone else, two of us in a picture which was taken at Barack Obama's inauguration. There were a series of photos but I kept going back to the one of me and the girl, the closeup. I had a sore on my face, like a little pimple that turned into an open sore, right above my lip.
I was sitting at a poolside while doing this.

My husband

My husband, with his eyes barely open this morning, told me he dreamed that both he and i were being investigated for kidnapping and robbery. He felt completely insulted.

The Mike Doughty Dream

I haven't been able to remember any of my Mike dreams lately until last night. I dreamed I was at his house in NY. He lived right on the main drag with a lot of action going on right across from his house. Nevertheless I was relaxing on his hammock. The hammock swung high like a swing in a swingset, swinging as high as the bar. I was about 35 feet in the air wondering if this was per usual for a hammock. Being a dream I convinced myself it must be! Then I ended up in bed and told Mike he could come and hug me. He needed a hug. I held his hand and noticed he had a large thumb that had a mind of it's own and didn't want to be part of the hand holding experience.
So after hugging he invited me to eat dinner with him, he would cook. He asked me to pass him the 'bermuda onions.' On a cutting board was a bunch of pre peeled onions and all of them had a hue of purple in them so I had to smell them. The sweetest smelling onion would be the bermuda. After choosing the right one he told me good job and said I was 'getting it!'
Then his Dad passed by the room we were in. I was sort of hiding because I was naked and watched he and his Dad have a conversation. His Dad was in army garb. He was tall and looked a bit like Mike.
Then I remembered that Mike painted 5 dots of red in fingernail polish into the line between my breast and down toward my belly. The red dots were like the dots the people in India put on their foreheads, but in fingernail polish? Weird.
Anyway, in this dream began a friendship.

The Ship and the Speedboat

I'm sure this dream is heavily due to watching Whale Wars but I dreamed of a giant black ship in some powerful ocean water. My view was from the waterline, looking up. It was very scary because giant ships scare me anyway. They're so uber powerful. A lady was in a small speedboat in the ocean water and either heading toward the ship or leading the way for it. I think it was a twelve footer she was driving, zooming in and out of the waves alongside the ship. The problem was it was cold out there and the woman who was driving the speedboat had a baby on her lap. Yes, a baby. The baby didn't even have a sweater on. It didn't have a seatbelt either. It was totally at this woman's mercy, the woman most likely being the mother.
Yet she was flying around in the waves with cold salt water splashing on her face, and on the baby's face and on the poor little baby's bare chubby little arms. *sigh*