I’ve rearranged my schedule onve again. Exercise first thing in the morning and then on to writing at about 10ish. Work out this morning was good, but I’m resisting the urge to guzzel Gator Aide. The new Starfruit flavor is really good.
Yesterday I moved on with writing even though I really hadn’t finished the scene I was on. I’ll get back to it, but right now, this minute, all I really want to to push through and get the next event done. Marie is going to need more rewriting, yes, yes indeed.
Unfortunately, body feeling tired and it’s still cool enough that sleeping would be nice.
Dreamt last night that Josh Reed (an old friend from high school) was killed and I went back to Omaha for his funeral. The only details I can remember were that it was cold and I was wearing the red/purple plaid wool coat that I used to own and that Josh had joined the family business of making pottery animals (notta clue whether Josh’s family has anything to do with pottery irl). Had other dreams too, but I don’t remember them. Eric read a study (sometimes I think that’s all my hubby does at work!) that correlates people who started dreaming earlier in their sleep cycles and depressive aspects of their personality or family history. No mechanism of cause and effect found yet.
Dreams during my nap:
I was at my mother’s house in Nebraska and she had guests; my grandma, my grandma’s old friend Hettie, some of Hettie’s family, and Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. All sitting in my parent’s living room. For some odd reason, Matt & Ben were visiting Hettie because she sold a lot of Amway. So Ben was talking to my brother and Matt was writing little ditties on pictures in a magazine. I got up to get him a root bear, but when I came back everyone was leaving and I was mad at myself that didn’t ask for an autograph. Instead I stole one of Hettie’s notebooks. She had given a presentation about Amway and Ben and Matt had contributed. So as I’m watching them all pull away and my brother, who is much younger in this dream than he is in real life, is bugging the hell out of me. I try to get him to leave me alone, but it doesn’t work. Next my grandmother calls me and says something is wrong with her computer. I try to get my mom to talk to her but my mom is shuffling around like a zombie. And my brother is going nuts. So I leave and walk to my grandma’s house, which is only across the street, and see if I can fix her computer, knowing full well that I probably can’t. And my grandma isn’t happy that I’m there either, but I try to tell that mom wasn’t talking to me. Then the phone rang and I woke up.
Eric phoned twice. Once to ask me if we were okay for dinner. Second time to tell me he’s been offered an exemption from the vacation deal. I agreed that if work was going to be involving for him for the next few weeks it was probably for the best. So no vacation until April or May. *sigh*
My goal for the day, yes I’m actually setting one for today, is to finish red-penning Marie and maybe get some of the changes logged into the ‘puter. Eric’s doing interviews today for his section so I won’t see him for lunch and maybe not for dinner either, so I have a nice uninterrupted day ahead of me.
I’m deciding whether I should have some cake for breakfast or just save it for desert later. We bought a Black Forest cake from AJ’s. We stopped there after eating at Pei Wei. I love that place such good Oriental food. And we watched X-Men when we got home though I fell asleep during the end part. Yes, I can fall asleep during action movies, no problem. When I saw Spawn in the theater…ZZZZ… In that case, I don’t think I missed much. But sacrilege falling asleep during X-Men!
Dream last night: It started with me in this classroom or lecture or something. There was guy there, very cute, looked like Robert Sean Leonard. I knew him from whatever we were doing there. He got up in front of the people gathered there and started reciting Shakespeare, something from Much Ado About Nothing (since Robert Sean Leonard was in that movie). Did a terrible job. But when he got down from the lectern I told him he did alright. We ended up talking for a while, then wrestling around, then he kissed me sort of accidentally. I told him couldn’t do that because I was married, but I did like him. And he said that was okay, he’d never do it again. Dream switched then to being at a strange buffet restaurant. It was mostly Greek food, Greek deserts and cucumber dishes. And we were both in line. When we sat down he was saying something about he could only love a faithful woman. And some woman at the table, not pretty with dirty blond hair, made a snide remark at that because he kissed me and she knew I was married.
It all makes me want to watch Swing Kids…*shrug*
Slight headache this morning. Started last night when we were watching the new “Dune” movie. Stayed up watching all 4+ hours of it. Eric said it was closer to the book, but I haven’t read all the book. Maybe I will try again one of these days. It was much less confusing than the 1980s version, and the cast was good. I lot of people I’ve never seen before. Paul and Duncan were played by two hotties.
Dreams were muddled with images from the movie and Survivor. I didn’t sleep well because of the headache. Toward morning my dreams dissolved into me working at a fashionable clothing store. The only thing that kept me working there (me being a not fashionable person) was that I was very good with customers. They also sold stones there. Beautiful cut ones. One of my co-workers, a rather good looking guy, wore one around his neck. While he was in the backroom, having sex with his girlfriend, I stole it from where he had left it laying. I knew I was going to be caught with it, but I did it anyway. My dreams are often larcenous.
I don’t like/buy part of my rewrite from yesterday. I had changed the setting of a scene and I don’t like it. I’m changing it back.
But now, I need some food and a pain-killer. I’ve gone back to using naproxin sodium. It’s been a while.
Since I’m on the verge of getting a mirgraine and just can’t afford it today, I’m drinking some diet Dr. Pepper and eating early.
The three day weekend was nice and relaxing. I was finally feeling better by Saturday afternoon. We went to see the 4th Highlander movie. It was good. They got rid of Connor! Woohoo! I hope they make a fifth with just Adrian Paul and more Meethos. And would you believe I’m not even a big fan of Highlander? Also had a very nice lunch at Olive Garden and DMed like a mad man.
Had some ideas for the story I was writing before I fell asleep last night: A scene in Joanne’s past where her teacher give her her name, she seems to have some inkling of what Joanne’s “potential” is. Scene of Joanne on the dance floor with flashbacks to what happened at her recital. Scene of Nathan confronting Joanne. Still don’t quite know how I want it to end. (Sorry, I gotta keep notes to myself somewhere, might as well be here.)
Dream last night, although (and yes it sounds weird) I’m not sure how much a dream it was. It was one of those sleep paralysis things. I’ve (yes it sound weird) usually associated that with out of body experiences. Well in this one I was as usually physically unable to move, but laying there in bed. Next to me in bed was some thing flailing around making odd growling noises. Now, it might be, since I was thinking about my story which is about a were-cat right before I fell a sleep, a dream just influenced by certain thoughts. But I swear I was waking up from one of those dreams and for a while was confused as to what was going on. I was trying to wake up the thing beside me, but couldn’t do anything and paniced. I woke up (?) (was suddenly able to move again) with a shout. Now (and yes I know it sounds weird) also have another theory about the whole deal. It was an OBE-type of thing and what was in bed next to me was the sleeping consciousness for my husband. He has said before that his dreams are rather frantic, sometimes violent, and as much as he kicks and talks in his sleep, I’d believe it. Of course, maybe *my* mind thought of that while dreaming. Or maybe it was just because I had had a bunch of caffine and then a shot of vodka…too many chemicals running riot in the brain. Who knows?
Speaking of chemicals going awry, yep, definitely a migraine coming. I got a big old sparkly thing in my eye…
And now that you think I’m a total flaky weirdo…