I'm sitting here now, marveling at how deeply I slept last night. Why marvel? Because it was not, by any means, undisturbed sleep. I had a vivid series of dreams that spoke to many of my interests which, lately, have been buried beneath work and social obligations.I dreamt about a crazy crackhead house that my dad had designed, a real architectural nightmare. There were narrow hallways and low ceilings, perils and pitfalls for bouts of claustrophia. It was a real structural monstrosity. And then the dream segued into my own little property, which in comparison was more like a bungalow with beechwood tones and white denim furniture.
I think this is because I was reading the Jennifer Aniston interview in Vanity Fair last night before beddy bye, and that's how they described her bachelorette digs. Also because we were strolling Beverly Boulevard last night and walked past some fabulous furnishings. But this is really because I have a great interest in home decor which, with minutes and seconds apportioned to all else these days, I only have time to nurture in my sleep.
Anyway, the rest of the dream is too abstract and nonsensical to interest anybody. There was a faux report card where I had "amjured" a class called "Biology Law" but had miserably failed another rinky-dinky class. This, of course, spoke to my continuing puzzlement with my mixed academic performances.
Frank and Magda are in town this week. They have set up camp in our living room, and Dozer enjoys the manmade jungle gym of German luggage and beddings. We're doing precious little thanks to my work schedule, and anything we've planned involves eating Asian food in places of dubious cleanliness. Awesome.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:51 AM
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