Woken up practically at dawn by the condo admin to tell me and a handful of others that our garages' ceiling is falling down. I'll have to move the car into my aunt's garage and take down my movie posters. Uh, first I have to find a way to start the car, and then drive it for half a scary mile to the other garage. But also reapply for the residents' sticker which allows me to park on the streets, if my aunt comes over with her car. Oh, and the car's revision. Laaaaazyyyyy. So I'm here all awake and let's try to do something with this day. Such as wasting money blogging on dialup when I haven't reinstalled the ADSL modem yet. Laaazyyy. Somehow this reminds me that a friend gave me a book for my birthday, "Life, the Big Lebowski and What Have You". Never seen the Big Lebowski. Hell, haven't seen IRON MAN yet, and there's people out there who've seen it and say it's great, and I'm here sniffling (but no temperature today). Anyway, read the book twice to understand what on earth they were talking about, and I think my rug really ties the room together. I'll rent the DVD next time I go to BB, together with... damn, I forgot, and I don't even smoke joints. Been having nightmares, don't know why. Yesterday I've made a move to start going to the therapist less often, but now the nightmares worry me. It's almost always cats. Tonight it wasn't a nightmare, but it was obsessive all the same. All the youngsters except Pri had gone feral and lived in a nearby garden, and I wanted to lure them back. But I also couldn't sleep well because I dreamed there were surveillance cameras in the room. Hadn't had this nightmare in years. Maybe it's just that I'm back from the con and living in close contacts with others for some days. Or maybe it's because of LOST. Last night I dreamed of "The Baroness of Carini", complete with bloody handprint on the wall and a family ghost thrown in for good measure. We had an old home movie where suddenly a transparent lady in period clothes drifted up to the camera. I was sort of proud of the fact, and comforted because she had to be an ancestor of mine, but also scared witless. I must have tried to scream in my sleep, lucky that I didn't have this dream at the con. Also a guy was organizing some event at my house by filling the garden with water (??? it's all slopes, not the Circus Maximus) and horribly deformed carps (I hate dreaming of fish) and he revealed he was a distant relative of mine and he knew about the ghost. All the while I was worried about the cats. Who in another dream had turned into small cheetahs. And in yet another one they had disappeared and I was desperate. Then there was the time I dreamed I went to Padre Pio's sanctuary, only it was on the top of a mountain and I, guess what, was scared, though there was some cool Mediaeval chapel I wanted to take a picture of. Oh, and tonight I also dreamed I took my mother to see a ancient fresco where someone was portrayed... also I could fly... and was having a romance with some super hero but I forgot who. (Not Tony.) Ooooh yeah, at the con I also dreamed about a friend rolling joints and preparing coke bullets for a party, and this freaked me a little, but I wasn't judgemental about him, I just thought "No way I'm doing that." And also I dreamed about someone I know, who lurked inside an apartment with some friends to lure women in and rape them, and I had to go and save some friend from him. When I say I don't like this person, THIS is what I really feel about him, I'm not joking. |