The Get-together and the Boat Exit

I vaguely remember being at a house party with my husband. Maybe I'll remember more later. When we left the party we were going to take a ship or large boat home instead of a car, I could see them from the window of the apartment which was on the second floor. It ended up with my husband driving us down the highway in a small boat. I didn't know how he steered it, I just remember that he managed somehow to keep us in our lane. In our boat. On the highway.

Tears in my Beer

Or maybe the tears were on the floor, either way I was at a tavern with my old boss Shawn, telling him how aweful things have been at work since he left. I hung my head down and cried and the tears hit the floor. Shawn said he felt bad and then walked away.

This Past Weekend, Scariest of Scary

Saturday night or actually Sunday morning I awoke at 4:20 am or thereabouts. I was having anxiety attacks from not having to have taken my medication so I took it.
I went back to sleep only to feel like I was in the worst nightmare ever, except I did not wake up feeling cold and lifeless, I almost feel like I conquered the worst nightmare I've ever had.
It was surreal. I was in a little town, in a gas station or something. It was old and decrepit and seemed it was run by nepotist townies. They weren't just any old mean townies, they were like the family from the Texas Chainsaw Masacre II. It was only a matter of time and they were going to do things to me and perhaps eat me for dinner. I was acting as casual as I could, even sitting in the backseat of a car smoking a cigarette, seeming very relaxed. A man got into the back seat with me and I asked him if maybe he'd want to get married, then I could be part of the creepy family and they wouldn't kill maim or eat me. Then I realized this guy was in the same boat as I was, he wasn't creepy, he wasn't one of them. I tried to telepathically tell this guy that we could hop in the front seat, lock the doors and hope the car would zoom out of there with us in it. Then they all started to disassemble the car from the outside and I woke up.
The next day was a gloomy Sunday. I realized some of my dream was from watching a TruTV case about a deaf girl who was dismembered. Later in the evening after the dream I watched Nancy Grace where they found the torso of a woman outside of her apartment recently. Amy Winehouse died. All creepy gloomy news. I am going to watch nothing but upbeat shows and comedies for a while.

The Rock Star and the Envelopes

The night before I went to see M. Doughty in Newburyport MA I dreamed he was inviting me into a building, watching me, observing me, he liked me.
Suddenly I was in a room with a man behind a series of tables. A few of us were on the other side of that table. I sensed he wanted us to stuff envelopes.

I think that meant to write letters, lots of letters.