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Pictures, dreams, and Maoam
Jul. 3rd, 2002 11:03 am(because my care package arrived today from Home! wheeeee!)
The pictures from my last trip are here. Mmmm... pics of me and Seppl, Julia and Justyna, little Georg... all of us together, in a few pictures. I didn't cry - go me! - but I wanted to leap through the pictures and go back to the last time I was really, truly footloose and fancy-free for more than a week at a go.
Wonky dreams last night. In the first one, a bunch of stuff got flushed down a toilet, including my favorite pair of pajamas, and I put up such a fuss that my father pulled some strings and found the pajamas again. Thankfully, they had been washed, dried, and dry-cleaned about sixty times. Then it was the last day of school, and a ton of us were just running around doing diddly squat. We went up the stairs on our way to French, and were stopped by Dr. Rapp on her way down. Apparently she wanted to know if any of us were going to keep studying French. (I'm not sure what our answers were!) Then we ran up the last bit of stairs, stayed in the French room minus our teacher for about ten minutes, and moved on to fifth set. Somewhere along the line, I pounced on John Kelly and kissed him. Strange. Also somewhere along the line, I acquired a blanket, which stayed wrapped around my shoulders. Once we got to class, we settled back in our seats to watch "Yankee Doodle Doctor" - yes, from M*A*S*H. Only it wasn't quite what we bargained for... see, it kinda morphed into the story of a sailor and a water-elf, more commonly known as a mermaid. The sailor and the water-elf fell in love and had a baby, whose name was Sebastian. (note to self: watch "The Little Mermaid" once Dad goes to school) After that, I actually leaped into the story as a priestess. Yes, blanket and all. I went into the water to visit the water-elves, and could breathe and everything. It was the most beautiful sensation in the world. I could have stayed there forever, had I had the chance. I was supposed to meet a queen bee about something - we lived in a giant orchard, by the way, with pools for the water-elves and the fish - but I chickened out. Yes, even in my dreams, I am afraid of bees. But this, too, had to end; the priestess wandered too far and was taken by an underwater portal into a much bleaker, yet more familiar place. From the sunshine of the orchard, I was transported to a gray, foggy day in none other than Wyndham Hill. (That's the very rich subdivision down the street.) I was driving along when my car broke down, so I went to the first house I saw for help. I don't remember anything being very clear other than the comforting face of the patriarch of the family that lived there, and the fear that the police would take me away, or that I would have to pay through the nose for repairs to my car. I feared losing the people I had, I suppose - feared losing my mother, losing my father, losing my cat. That was about where I woke up.
On a lighter note, six packages of Maoam came for me today. They should last until Christmas, I hope, if I am careful. I have already eaten 2/5 of one package - hey, let me celebrate a little!
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The pictures from my last trip are here. Mmmm... pics of me and Seppl, Julia and Justyna, little Georg... all of us together, in a few pictures. I didn't cry - go me! - but I wanted to leap through the pictures and go back to the last time I was really, truly footloose and fancy-free for more than a week at a go.
Wonky dreams last night. In the first one, a bunch of stuff got flushed down a toilet, including my favorite pair of pajamas, and I put up such a fuss that my father pulled some strings and found the pajamas again. Thankfully, they had been washed, dried, and dry-cleaned about sixty times. Then it was the last day of school, and a ton of us were just running around doing diddly squat. We went up the stairs on our way to French, and were stopped by Dr. Rapp on her way down. Apparently she wanted to know if any of us were going to keep studying French. (I'm not sure what our answers were!) Then we ran up the last bit of stairs, stayed in the French room minus our teacher for about ten minutes, and moved on to fifth set. Somewhere along the line, I pounced on John Kelly and kissed him. Strange. Also somewhere along the line, I acquired a blanket, which stayed wrapped around my shoulders. Once we got to class, we settled back in our seats to watch "Yankee Doodle Doctor" - yes, from M*A*S*H. Only it wasn't quite what we bargained for... see, it kinda morphed into the story of a sailor and a water-elf, more commonly known as a mermaid. The sailor and the water-elf fell in love and had a baby, whose name was Sebastian. (note to self: watch "The Little Mermaid" once Dad goes to school) After that, I actually leaped into the story as a priestess. Yes, blanket and all. I went into the water to visit the water-elves, and could breathe and everything. It was the most beautiful sensation in the world. I could have stayed there forever, had I had the chance. I was supposed to meet a queen bee about something - we lived in a giant orchard, by the way, with pools for the water-elves and the fish - but I chickened out. Yes, even in my dreams, I am afraid of bees. But this, too, had to end; the priestess wandered too far and was taken by an underwater portal into a much bleaker, yet more familiar place. From the sunshine of the orchard, I was transported to a gray, foggy day in none other than Wyndham Hill. (That's the very rich subdivision down the street.) I was driving along when my car broke down, so I went to the first house I saw for help. I don't remember anything being very clear other than the comforting face of the patriarch of the family that lived there, and the fear that the police would take me away, or that I would have to pay through the nose for repairs to my car. I feared losing the people I had, I suppose - feared losing my mother, losing my father, losing my cat. That was about where I woke up.
On a lighter note, six packages of Maoam came for me today. They should last until Christmas, I hope, if I am careful. I have already eaten 2/5 of one package - hey, let me celebrate a little!
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