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*

Wed Night/Thursday am--A Variety of Past Persons

I dreamed of my ex Michael last night. He looked rough but we had a quick fling. I can't believe I dreamed that because I never cheat on my husband, even in dreams I have self control. Mike was pretty smooth though, he was Rico Suave and so he got his way.
Then I dreamed of my old best friend Carla. Our friendship started in Kindergarten and ended when we were about 18 and she almost drove me into the guardrail on Storrow Drive. I have only dreamed of her twice or thrice in the past 30 years. She only represented fire as her hair was fiery red. She was in my dream when he fire happened in RI at the Nightclub. I'll have to tell that dream sometime. I dreamed of her on the anniversary of the RI Nightclub fire. But that was it.
Last night I dreamed she need me, an old friend. She needed a true old best friend. That's funny, I asked the same of her about 20 years ago and she didn't have the slightest interest. I wonder if my dream is true. I wonder if for some reason she needs me now.

Tuesday Evening, Wed am, Rankness

I had a million dreams but can only remember 2 small portions. One was of cleaning out all the deserts from my kitchen. I swooped them off the shelf, but in reality they are in my fridge mostly.
Then I dreamed I (excuse me for the following crassness) farted in work. A girl was nearby and said something. The next day, I went to work. I went to a meeting on healthcare. My stomach started to gurgle from the hot dogs they graced us with at lunch. I walked to the back of the room and as I turned to walk the few feet toward the double doors I farted. I never fart publically, I always make it to the ladies room. But i knew this was going to happen, after all I dreamed it.
I returned to the room shortly afterward though. I figured such is life.

The Co-Worker

I do this a lot. I dream about co-workers. It must creep them out or at least scare them. I dreamed I had a presentation due. John had his presentation ready and he was out the prior day yet I was in work the day prior and still didn't have my report ready. I was supposed to write something about my job and be able to summarize it and present it to the division and I absolutely could not come up with a slant on this report. I wasn't ready at all.
John no only had a report ready but it was high tech. It was presented in a thing that looked like one of those enclosed glass thingys churches put out on their lawn with the black removable letters. Except his was computerized. He kept pointing out one of the highlights in his report. He could do some sort of gift related entry in 7 seconds.