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Last night was a night of bizarre dreams.  Probably caused by what I had for supper.

The stalker invited me over for supper, and we had  "stuffed" roast beef.  Never had one of those before.  It was a rolled roast that had strips of bacon and mushrooms in the center.  It was good, but a  little greasy.  She served baby carrots, German potato dumplings, and gravy as well.  For dessert, there was sugar free raspberry cheesecake.

We watched a movie called The Night Listener and started watching  the movie Running with Scissors.  Both were bizarre.  I liked The Night Listener--it had Robin Williams in it.  He played a gay radio talk show host who'd just been dumped by his long-time lover.  A publisher friend of his gave him a book supposedly by a 14 year old boy who was dying of AIDS which he had contracted through being repeatedly assaulted from the time he was six by his parents and their friends in a secret "playroom" in the basement.

Well, then things transpire so it comes into question whether the boy really exists or not.

It was a total "mindfuck"--and was supposedly based on a true story.  In the supposed "true story," it was never determined whether the boy was real or not.  So, I guess we savor the mystery.

Running with Scissors was just bizarre and disturbing.   I had tried to read the book last summer--but it was too bizarre for me.  I gave up on it.

We gave up on the movie after about 20 minutes.  It was scarily lame and stupidly unrealistic.  And not funny at all.

Anyhow---

When I got home, I cut out a few doll clothes since I am stuck at school for a long time today--we have a board meeting at 5:30.  Sigh.  And the Wednesday meeting will probably get over fairly early since it's still early in the quarter, so I'll have a long time to just SIT waiting for the board meeting to start.  I brought my box o' bills too--I figure I will balance my checkbook and pay as many of them as I can after the meeting too.

Well, happy news.  The board meeting was cancelled!!

Woot!!!

I will most likely still stay here and pay my bills after the meeting is over, but after that, I am free to go home.  GOOD.  Because I am TIRED.

Probably from the strange dreams I had last night.

Of course, you want to hear about them right?  RIGHT!!

Well, the dream started out with Jim and DeAnn and I in an abandoned garage in Dodge Center.  It did not look like Dodge Center, but it was in my dreams.  Jim was fixing on his white pickup--trying to make it work.  DeAnn and I were exploring the garage and looking at all the old junk that was in there.  Against the left wall, there was an old hay wagon.  There was a bunch of old stuff on it--mostly old dirty papers and things.  

In the middle of the wagon, I spied a quarter--it was very shiny and new looking.  Then I saw another and another.  There were also three dimes--but they were very old and grimy and dirty.  I didn't want to touch them because of how filthy they were.  Then, plastered to the surface of the wagon--as if dust and rain from the leaky roof had glued it there, was a two dollar bill.  It was so dirty that you could hardly see the printing on it.

That also was so dirty I didn't want to touch it.

Then, at the top edge of the wagon, we saw a pile of papers and stuff, and started to gingerly pick through it with our fingertips, so we didn't get too dirty.  First we uncovered a $5.00 bill, then a $20.  Then there was a big sheet of paper that was a repair bill from some sort of appliance company, and beneath that, a really old and scruffy wallet.  

Jim came over and looked through the stuff in the wallet--looking for a name and address, probably.  The name of the guy wasn't familiar.  And the wallet looked like it had been laying their for about 50 years.  So, we took the money and left the wallet.

The truck never did run, so we took a bus--which was a school bus.  It was packed with people riding back from some special "day" in Dodge Center--like Centerfest or something.  All of the people had cranky-pants looks on their faces, even the little kids.  The bus let us off at Highway 56, and we were apparently going to walk to West Concord from there.

When I got off the bus I had my purse and another case of some kind with me.  It might have been a suitcase, or it might have been the case for my school computer.  But when I got on the road (which was a dirt road rather than a highway), I didn't have my purse.  So I got back on the bus to look for it.

The driver wouldn't stop and took off--so I was separated from Jim and DeAnn.  No one in the bus would help or even tell me if they'd seen me drop it.  I immediately figured one of them had stolen it.

A fat lady with two children got off--they were all wearing these big waterproof rain ponchos that were long enough to touch the ground.  My purse could easily have been hidden under there, but I knew I would have no support from the bus driver or the people on the bus if I tried to check.

I crawled down the center aisle of the bus, looking under every seat.  There were tons of purses there, but none of them were mine.  Then I couldn't remember if my purse was black or brown.  I looked inside one to see if it was mine, and some lady hollered at me to stay out of her purse.  I tried to explain that it looked like mine and I was checking the contents to see if it was.

Anyway--I finally decided the cause was hopeless and got off the bus.  I was standing in the door way of the bus when I looked to my right.  There was a tall hill to the east, and at the top of the hill I say an impressive figure.  He was seated on a horse with both arms raised above his head and spread out like  someone trying to get the attention of an audience.  He was bare chested--bronzed and hairless on his chest--and wearing buckskin leggings and mocassins below.  He had long dark hair--straight and hanging past his waist, brushing the rump of his horse.  

However, he was NOT a Native American.

From the sides of his head sprouted the antlers of a stag.  

"It's HERNE!"  I shouted, pointing.  Even though the people on the bus were a bunch of nasty jerks, I had to share it with someone.  "It's HERNE THE HUNTER!"

<--for those of you who may not know--here is a picture of Herne the Hunter which I googled up.  My dream Herne did not look like this at all.

<--He looked more like Michael Praede's "Robin Hood" character, but more bronzed and dressed more like a native American.  I always loved that version of Robin Hood, even if it was TOTALLY not like any I saw before.


I was as excited as a bobby soxer getting a glimpse of Elvis.  

No one would even look, and I turned to the bus driver.  "Do you see him?" I asked.  

The driver just nodded and put the bus into gear.  

I moved away from the bus and stared at Herne, who was looking towards the south.  He didn't glance my way--and was really quite far away from me.

Just as the bus pulled away from me, I saw a troop of U.S. Cavalry soldiers galloping around the side of the hill, sabers drawn, charging at Herne.  I felt absolute dismay--I thought they were going to kill Herne.  I started pitching a fit, screaming to leave him alone--this was Herne the fucking Hunter--a dude of freaking mythic dimensions!  Why would they want to destroy him?  

<--The cavalry looked like this--except there were two flags and they were both U.S. Flags.

Then, the weird part of the dream happened.  From my left, still quite a ways in the distance, I saw a cowboy running, long legged and loose jointed, towards the fray.  He was clutching his hat to his head with one hand, and bounding along so fast that his legs appeared to be ahead of his body.

It was....

wait for it....

WOODY from TOY STORY.

Yeah.

And it seemed absolutely logical and sensible in the dream.

No.

I did not have any LSD for a bedtime snack.  Thanks for asking though.

I don't know where that dream came from--but I am still puzzling over what it could possibly mean.  Obviously my subconscious mind is in serious need of some heavy duty DRUGS.

happy valentines day

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