King Kong Dreams

Coffee? Bathroom?

2007-06-21T23:20:00.000-07:00

I went to bed late last night because the dumpling woke up at 11pm bawling then refused to sleep in her crib. I ended up leaving her screaming in the crib. And on top of that I had to wake up early the following morning so I could prep for a meeting in front of a chief project engineer.

Anyway, I was suprised that I had a memorable dream. But I did! Not that it was a terribly intersting dream. I guess I should let you decide.

The dream begins with WallyTarr and I entering a coffee shop. He orders first, a soy latte. Then I order some choclate mocha latte. It was confusing - chocolate mocha? I guess it was some special drink.

WallyTarr was sitting at the end of a longish table. The coffee shop was not entirely full of people, but the patrons there were sitting kinda scattered so there wasn't a good open space for two people. The table that WallyTarr had chosen was already occupied by to burly men... two burly men that look like they belong more in a Central Texas BBQ joint than a Seattle coffee shop. One of those burly men looked at WallyTarr with disgust then made some snide remarks before scooting over a couple of seats to distance himself.

Walter didn't care. But this rude dude pissed me off, so I gave him a piece of my mind. I don't remember what he did though. Sorry, anti-climatic.

Then I needed to go to the restroom so I turned around and walked through a reception area for an office... because... this was the corporate headquarter for the coffeeshop/restaurant. Oh, did I mention it's also a restaurant?

So I exit the otherside of the reception area and entered the restaurant half. The restrooms were to my left, but they weren't down a hallway but exposed to the entire restaurant. There were two stalls about 15 feet apart from each other, and between the stalls was a children's play area where a kid was playing with her mother.

I enter the stall on the left and close it's red door. The door faces the play area and not the restaurant. And the door is only half the requisite area so I have to pull a curtain for complete privacy.

And now I have to mention that it's a myth that if you pee in your dream you actually wet your bed because I've peed more than once in my dreams and never woke up to a wet bed.

After I do my business I return to WallyTarr who tells me he has a big secret. I have one too! I tell him something stupid like I like mint chocolate chip ice cream when he tells me his secret is bigger. Then my alarm wakes me up.

So Walter, what's your secret?

This post is #3a in the 150-Words-for-30-Days challenge against Inzane.

Read my previous 150 challenge post here.

A Duo of Nightmares

2007-06-01T21:55:00.000-07:00

Last night both Xiaozhuzhu and I had nightmares. At least, I think she had a nightmare when she woke up suddenly at 11:30pm crying profusely. Mine didn't occur until close to 2am though. I know because I woke up reaching for the husband and he wasn't there! He had a tummyache and was out in the living room. Poor guy. I'd rather have a nightmare. At least it gives me something to blog about. Ok, now to the dream.

Most of the dream was this bizarre, almost school-like aura. The main portion of the dream occured in this large, tall, indoor space - a lot like the Fisher Pavillion in Seattle Center except instead of being in the middle of a park-like area it opened up to a 4-lane street. And it was located on an intersection.

I'm part of a competition or something like a science fair. I have a partner that I know, but I don't remember who he is now. Sorry dude. I'm suppose to operate this gigantic green metal box the size of a small studio apartment. And this green metal box is in a deep, cube concrete pond partially filled with water.

My partner is absent, but he's suppose to be here. For some reason, I can't operate the large green metal box well, and I really need his help. Someone comes by to see how I'm doing. I think it's Erick Cheng. He asks where my partner is and I begin to freak out because time is running short. We turn to look at the green metal box and it's not in water! It's dry! I curse my partner then try my hand at "operating" the gigantic green metal box.

Oh, and we're standing on the thing.

The gigantic green metal box shutters. Water floods the concrete pond and the box shoots up 10 to 15 feet throwing me off balance. I almost fall off the box when Erick pulls my arm to save me from tipping over the edge.

The gigantic green metal box settles down. I again curse my partner, but now I'm holding a shallot. I say something to the effect of, "I can't believe [partner's name] isn't here yet. And look, he's left me here holding the SHALLOT!" (I bought a shallot at the grocery store the day before. The shallot of my dream had the exact same shape.)

In my panic, I decide to go outside, shallot in hand, to see if he's outside the building. I look across the street to see someone else I know just standing on the sidewalk. He doesn't look quite right. He looks calm yet unsettled at the same time.

I look a little down the street to the right and see a jacket laying in the middle of the street. It's Chainwhip's Espana jacket!! My head flashes toward the intersection just a little farther right and I see two men laying crumpled in the crosswalk. It's Chainwhip and my brother!! They're both bloody and crumpled in the middle of the road. Some car must've hit them while they were crossing the street. (Of course, if this were real I doubt they'd still be laying in the middle of the crosswalk, but it's a dream.)

Neither of them are dead, I think, because they both move a little. Then I see Chainwhip try to reach for my brother. The guy who was standing across the street runs toward Chainwhip to tell him to lay still and stop moving.

They look so terrible broken and laying in the middle of the road :( I'm paralyzed.

And then I wake up with a panicked cry. I reach for Chainwhip and I wonder why he's sleeping so close to the edge of the bed. Then I realize he's not there! HE'S NOT THERE! I cry out his name. Then I notice light coming from the crack beneath the bedroom door, so I run out the door to see him sitting at his desk. Then I run into his arms crying with relief.

I Dream of Bunnies

2007-05-31T21:34:00.000-07:00

I finally remembered a dream! WAHOO!

So I'm in my kitchen, and on top of the stove are some boxes - shoebox size and smaller. Don't worry, I'm not using my stove in the dream. Suddenly I see a bunny appear from between the boxes. And then the bunny says "Baby!" I think... did I just hear the bunny say baby? Then under a box jumps out this really teeny tiny bunny. Like the size of a walnut. I pick up the mini bunny by the neck to take a closer look at it's teeny tiny-ness and put it back on the stove. I think... this must be the other bunny's baby, maybe the bunny really did say baby. Then I see the teeny bunny hop toward the first bunny. The first bunny then lies on its side to let the teeny bunny nurse. Baby bunny hypothesis confirmed.

Then suddenly I'm near my telephone and the bunnies are hopping around everywhere. I think to myself that I need to get these bunnies back into their boxes before my husband comes home... or maybe it was before the baby gets to them... or the cats? Anyway, I'm fixing to capture them when I wake up.

End of bunny dream. I think it helped that I went to bed an hour earlier than usual. Note to self, to remember dreams, go to be earlier.

Confession..

2007-05-12T00:03:00.000-07:00

I've been having vivid dreams lately, but I wake up and all I have left are the residual feelings. That's not my confession, but the truth. Although I do feel bad having nothing to post here for weeks and weeks, so I'm going to reveal a dream (or two) that I've had in the past. This is my confession...

I was watching the end of the Chronicles of Riddick a couple of days ago, and it reminded me of something... yes, I've had a dream (or two) with Vin Diesel as my boyfriend. Ok, I said it and it's out.

Why oh why do you have to have such a sexy voice Mr. Diesel?

Now I will be excommunicated from the church.

Cold and Lifeless...

2007-04-19T23:15:00.000-07:00

This dream was a nightmare. In nightmares like these, the climax is almost always at the end of the dream, and I'm awoken by my emotions. I wake up thinking about the climax which leads me to forget other details of the dream. So please excuse the mess.

I think I'm home with two other people. I think Jeffrey and Grace since they were over the night before. We're suppose to go do something, something kind of important. I go into the bedroom to get Chainwhip and I find him out. He's out cold. And something fell off of him, maybe his ear?

Should we go do that something important? Should we take Chainwhip to the hospital? What would Chainwhip want me to do? He'd want me to go do that important thing. So we put him in the car with his ear and drive off to go to that important thing. Maybe we're going to look at a house for sale?

After our important task, we go to the hospital. I'm in a room with Grace, Jeffrey, and Chainwhip laying on the floor. We're waiting for help from the hospital employees. I panic. He's dead, I think. I touch him and he's cold. We should've gone to the ER instead of doing that important task! Jeffrey tries to comfort me by reminding me that we did what he would've wanted us to do - that we did the right thing by doing that important task first.

I'm holding his ear in my hand. I should've known better!! I cry and shake his body. You can't be dead you can't be dead! Then he stirs and says something. He's alive? He's alive!

I wake up with Chainwhip sleeping soundly beside me. I decide not to wake him up, and I go back to sleep.

Retreat and Tall People...

2007-04-18T14:59:00.001-07:00

This dream is a throwback to those days when I went to church fellowship retreats. The last one I went to was over two years ago with Happy Fish. The dream took place in a house kind of like the one we had rented for the retreat, but it seemed much bigger and there were more people at the retreat... including friends who are not christian. So it wasn't a religious retreat.

In the dream, the retreat is 5-day long event starting Wednesday, but I'm only able to attend the weekend portion. I arrive on Saturday, and because I'm later than most, I end up sleeping in arguable the worst condition in the house. I'm in what should be a dining room, but it's been fitted with a twin sized bed. The bed is on tall legs, and no, I'm not sleeping on the bed but UNDER the bed. It's like a bunkbed but not.

Sometime during the dream I run into Inzane. Yes you Zane. I had this dream Tuesday night which might explain why you're in it. Anyway, you feel bad for my situation and offer to switch sleeping quarters with me. You're also sleeping on the floor under a bed like me, but you're in an actual room. We walk to inspect my current space in the dining area and I lament the fact that I'm not even in a room.

Then, I'm in the kitchen. Friend Zane is gone but I'm standing next to a tall person. Like a really really tall person. A really tall, skinny young man - perhaps James Mao? I'm thinking, this dude is tall. Then another really really tall skinny young man appears in the kitchen. Wow, two really really tall skinny young men. (This is how I felt in the past when I went home to visit my church in Houston and all the little kids like James Mao had suddenly sprouted into young men over 6-feet tall.)

Then I wake up.

Fifth Element...

2007-04-14T20:26:00.000-07:00

I'm calling this my Fifth Element dream because Chainwhip alluded to the movie after I described the dream to him.

I'm in a building? Or something like a cruise ship? But it's not on water. It might be in space - hence the Fifth Element reference. The ship, we'll call it, is divided into 3 occupiable floors. The top floor is hot, like a tropical paradise with beaches and plam trees. The middle floor is cold and located well below the hot floor, what we might consider to be ten floors below. The bottom floor is freezing.

The ship contains sleeping quarters like dorm rooms, nicer suites on the hot floor, casinos on every level, restaurants or eateries on every level, and of course, a beach on the hot floor. The lower floors are less expensive than the hot level.

Elevators transport people between the floors, and they're made completely of glass and located on the exterior wall of the ship. When I first rode the elevator I remember looked down and thought WOW, that's scary. It took a surprising length of time to travel from the middle (cold) floor to the top (hot) floor.

The aura of the dream is dark - dark like the new Battlestar Galactica.

The dream was long, not quite epic, and unfortunately, I only remember the last moments. I live in a dorm room on the cold level. My two roommates are gals my age, but there's something severly wrong with one of them. She's psychotic, or disturbed, or a terrorist. The other roomie and I take psycho girl to the ship hospital on the freezing level (though it doesn't actually seem to be freezing), but she's unwilling to comply with the hospital employees. We return to the elevator, maybe we're going back to our room?

I remember feeling scared in the elevator. It's dark and spooky and I have a feeling that something is going to happen with psycho girl. Is she part of a terrorist plot? Is she about to explode? My other roommate is a nice gal and she just wants to help out. The elevator ride seems long. Then I wake up.

Top Secret Jet..

2007-03-30T23:42:00.001-07:00

This dream had three scenes. First, I'm in a school or a contest. In the second scene, I'm in a manufacturing facility looking at a portion of some top secret jet while figuring out the skin thickness of every panel. Incidentally, I've been pulling skin thicknesses of the 737-700 off of drawings at work. It's been weeks of work (I only work 4 hours/day) because I've had issues finding drawings. Anyway... it seems that my worklife has seeped itself into my dreamlife :( So I'm walking around this jet when my mom appears. I keep on asking her to leave because this is a top secret jet. I'm afraid of getting into trouble. Unfortunately, I forgot the last scene.

Exploding Boob...

2007-03-28T08:41:00.000-07:00

While we were visiting the in-laws in Utah, the baby didn't do so hot sleeping in the foreign crib. Actually, none of us did well away from our comfy beds. Anyway, the first full day in the SLC, the baby refused to go down for her morning nap so I let her sleep on me while I napped. This was my morning nap dream.

I was nursing Xiaozhuzhu when I noticed my left boob had a huge abnormal bump on the bottom side. I went to show it to Chainwhip when it suddenly looked like top of a double mushroom could with the base layer as hard as a rock and the top layer more normal. The hubby suggested that I just try to nurse again (because that's what you do with blocked ducts eventhough this seemed a lot worse than blocked ducts). It hurt like heck. I tried to nurse the baby but she refused. I thought.. what am I going to do? My boob is about to explode!

Then I woke up with the baby napping on my belly and her head laying directly on my left boob. Ouch. I tried to shift her but she woke up. It's always interesting to see things in the real world reflected into your dreams.

Hot Tubs and Driving in Spain...

2007-03-19T10:00:00.000-07:00

I've had two dreams in the last week about hot tubs. They're usually about seeing hot tubs at different homes and trying them out. I remember one gigantic hot tub in front of an Orange County like mansion. Who would want a hot tub in their front lawn? Only in the OC.

And last night I had a dream about driving in Spain. I think I was living there because in the dream I detoured off of my "normal" route, took a left instead of heading straight. Then I took a right to compensate for not heading straight. The new road was like heading down hairpin turns on a singletrack bike trail or like that famous twisty road in San Francisco. It was bumper to bumper single lane traffic and everyone was driving super fast, like 50 mph down these twisty turns. My car almost flew off the cliff and I regretted taking an alternate route.

Cable Knit Sweater Weddings...

2007-03-15T15:55:00.000-07:00

This one definitely goes into the bizarre category.

In this dream I attend three weddings, all in the same small chapel. They feel like they're consecutive events, but I think they're actually played out on different days but spliced together like a movie.

The first wedding is pretty typcial. I think the couple is older, like 30s or 40s. Tuxes for the guys and a white wedding gown for the bride.

In the second wedding, my friend Carol Cheng is the bride. I think she's marrying a bald white dude, and both of them are wearing cable knit sweaters. Weird, I thought, who would wear a cable knit sweater on their wedding day? I'd NEVER do that.

Then in the third wedding, the guests are all REQUIRED to wear cable knit sweaters. I look around the chapel and everyone is wearing a cable knit sweater except for me because I was so anti-cable knit sweater in the last wedding. Then I thought I better be respectful and get a cable knit sweater. Suddenly I'm in a panic to find a cable knit sweater; I want to wear my green one, but I'm already at the chapel. What do I do?!?! WHAT DO I DO?!?!

And I wake up.

Ironically, a few days later, my husband washes, drys and shrinks my favorite kelly green cable knit sweater. Perhaps the dream was an omen.

Through the Living Room Rug...

2007-02-05T20:45:00.000-08:00

It's typical for me to have what I call to be epic dreams. These dreams seem to last a very long time, hours or even days, but in actuality they may occur during a 30 minute nap. This particular dream happened at night, and though it was an epic dream, I only remember the ending moments of the dream. Sometimes I try so hard in the morning to remember the entirety of the dream, but after grabbing the baby from her room and nursing her, my memory disappears. Anyway, here's what I remember of Through the Living Room Rug...

I'm in what I understand to be my parents house, but it doesn't look anything like their house. I walk into the living room which is open to the kitchen. The living room is warm with a traditional red/brown rug surrounded by a sofa, two leather chairs and the fireplace.

As I stand in the invisible line between living room and kitchen, my mother hands me two large utensils. One is a kitchen scissor and the other tongs? I have knowledge that dozens of something are about to crawl from the underground through the living room rug, as if it was water. Babies?

I sit at the end of the living room rug with dread. Sitting next to me is someone, my brother? And soon enough the creatures start to appear through the living room rug. They're not babies, but they're like moles or chincillas - small round brown furry creatures. When one comes within reach, I take the scissors and trim off some of its hair; then the furry creature disappears back into the rug as if it had risen and fallen like a dolphin swimming through water. This is what I have to do. If I dont snip the hairs of the furry creatures, they won't fall back into the underground.

Fire in the Water?

2007-01-13T09:41:00.000-08:00

One of my reoccuring dreams is about fire, something about my house being on fire. And by my house I don't mean the current home I live in; it's usually the fictitional home/apartment/townhouse in my dreams. These dreams started when I was in elementary school, peaked in college, and I haven't had one in a while... until a couple of nights ago.

In this dream, I live in on my own in a waterside apartment complex. The complex is only one level though, and I don't have a view of the water. I have some sort of knowledge that a fire is coming my way, but I don't know how far it is from my home. I open the door to my unit and walk into the building's hallway. To the left of my door at the end of a T-junction is a neighbor's unit, and I open the door to her unit without knocking on the door.

Past her kitchen and to the left, my neigbor is sitting in her living room reading? or watching tv? or knitting? Definitely not paying attention to my intrusion. She has an expansive view of the waterfront. It's like we're living just south of downtown Kirkland.

Outside her window I see the fire as if it were on the water or just on the narrow strip of land between the water and the complex. I think that the fire is close. I take something from a table near her entryway. A spoon? A key? Something of permanence. And I walk back to my unit.

I think, what should I do about the fire? Why didn't my neighbor notice my presence? Why isn't she leaving her unit? Will she know that I took this from her place? I feel a twinge of guilt about my theft. And I wake up.

Drowning Spinning Baby

2006-11-20T20:56:00.000-08:00

I was in a room with other mothers and their babies. Two babies in their pajamas come toddling towards us; my baby is a pretty tough girl, so I watched as she bowled over the two other girls while trying to crawl across the room. (She's not crawling yet though.) I bent down to pick the other two girls up when I noticed my baby was headed for the beach... I guess the room turned into a beach. I panicked and headed towards her in the effort to snatch her before she reached the water, but she was too quick. When I finally get to the water, the beach is gone and it's just me and the baby in waist deep water. My baby realizes she's in trouble so she flips onto her back (a skill we're hoping to learn in her swim class). She tries to stay afloat so she can breath, but she's spinning and her mouth goes underwater every few seconds. I'm wading through the water with all my strength, but I feel like I'm moving through molasses. I'm afraid my baby will drown. At what seems to be the last moment before she sinks, I catch her arm and pull her up to my chest. Heart still beating fast but overwhelmed with relief, I think - she'll be fine.

Bad Steak...

2006-11-19T07:14:00.000-08:00

I had a dream that I had inadvertantly chose to eat at a really cheap steakhouse for my birthday... and everyone ate the $10 grey, chewy steaks... and nobody liked them. At the end of the dream I saw lasagna on the menu and wondered if I could trade in my crappy steak for lasagna.

Incidentally, I went to bed hungry last night. Never go to bed hungry.

Highrise Platforms...

2006-11-14T19:50:00.000-08:00

I've been super slack on posting my dreams. I have had many interesting ones recently, but I'm going back to almost months ago for this one...

My brother, husband and I are in a hollowed out highrise building. I think it's at least 15 stories tall. It's like a concrete building with windows at every floor, as you would imagine a child would draw a tall rectangular building with several rectangular windows at every floor. Inside the building there is what seems to be an elevator shaft, but apparently the elevator is inoperable because we're taking an alternate route to the top.

Surrounding the elevator shaft, filling the space between the shaft and the outer walls are big wooden hanging platforms. Each platform is approximately 8'x8' and hangs precariously from one or two wires suspended from above. In the middle of each platform is a pile of clothes.

To get to our destination, we jump from platform to platform and navigate each one's perculiar balance. Several times I fall and grab for the pile of clothes with desperation. My brother is nimble and bouncing to platfor to platform like a frog. My husband is not quite as nimble, and he is also looking back and helping me every so often.

It's dark in this building with only natural light streaming in through the rectangular windows.

Soon, we see the end to these wooden platforms and what looks to be a wide hallway. There's a room back there with someone we need to visit. Someone old? Once we get to the last platform, some one says, "Ok, great practice, we'll come back tomorrow."

Tomorrow?!?! TOMORROW?!?! You mean we have to do this again? I almost fell several times.

Then we flash to solid ground where I'm talking to my sorta cousin Truman. Uhh... guess this has something to do with him?

I wake up.

Bees and the Gun..

2006-09-14T10:46:00.000-07:00

I had this dream maybe two weeks ago.

I forget the reason why I wanted/needed a gun, but I remember that I went to my father for a gun. He's a gun guy, well, he was before our house was ransacked and the theives stole all of his guns except the shotgun (which they couldn't fit into the trashcan) and the 22 revolver stored under his mattress just below his butt. Yah, I'm a Texan and I grew up shooting guns in the backyard.. seriously. Just a little background information.

So I went to my father for a gun and he pulls out this box that looks like it belongs on the warfront, a deep dark army green metal container with an attached metal lid. I stick my right hand inside the box to pull out the gun when I suddenly realize that the box contains not only the gun, but a bunch of big dead bees. When I pull my hand out, about half a dozen bees are stuck by stingers to the top of my hand.

As my mom, the nurse, pulls each bee off my hand, the stinger pulls on my skin until the tip of the stinger leaves my hand.

My father is nonchalant about the bees.

The Stock Market...

2006-08-23T07:28:00.000-07:00

Dream Title: The Moorish Stock Market
Person: Third
Category: Bizarre

I saw a beach with a strip of sand about 30 yards wide from the boardwalk and surrounding town. On the beach was a structure that looked like Sydney's Opera House with spherical shells except it was much smaller and the shells where facing one direction - open to the sea. Each shell was just large enough to shelter a seated black man who was buying and selling in the stock market.

There wasn't a story associated with this scene. Not a very interesting dream all in all.

Repost from Xanga...

2006-08-18T10:19:00.000-07:00

I haven't talked about my weird-o dreams in a while, so I thought I might take some time to update those who are interested. The squimish should stop reading here... seriously... my dreams are not for the weak. In fact I told my wonderful brother these dreams, and he thought that I should go see a psychiatrist.

So if you're still reading this, I assume you'll want to venture into the text below. I've ordered my dreams from mild to spicy, so abandon ship when appropriate.

ADVERTISEMENT (rated PG child friendly)

This is for Baby Twing. I had this dream last night! Baby Twing was in some very prestigious advertising school, and she had asked me to help with some projects. Apparently, all the students were free to enlist help. The first project was a magazine ad for a music CD. I suggested a layout with the CD in the forefront and a fan enjoying the music through an iPOD in the background. (It was really detailed in the dream, but it'd take a few sentences to describe.) Then Baby Twing said that she was suppose to give me something for my help, and she took me to her box of ribbons. I guess all the students had a box of ribbons because you all know how important a bevy of varied ribbons is to the advertising industry. Anyway, she tells me to just choose any ribbon I want and cut off a length for myself. So I pick this green ribbon with some paisley like design, but as I start pulling the ribbon from the box, I realize that the ribbon is sectioned into different designs. Finally I cut about a yard of the ribbon to keep, but unfortunately, a large part of the central part of the ribbon is white with red roses. I find my friend and express my disappointment that the middle of the ribbon is "not me".

A NEW THEME (rated PG-13 contains some graphic content)

A new theme has appeared in some of my dreams; it's the crumbling tongue that requires medical treatment. In these dreams, I'm usually out somewhere, not at home, when I feel my tongue start to swell. Because my tongue is swelling, I have problems telling people that I need to find medical attention. Somewhere during the ordeal of trying to find help, my tongue starts to crumble and I can feel the chunks in my mouth and sometimes they fall out. I've had at least 4 of these dreams, but one was a little different...

A PREVIOUS THEME REVISITED (rated R science fiction graphic content)

Recently, I had a dream that was kind of like the crumbling tongue dream, but instead of my tongue, my entire palate crumbled and fell out to reveal mounds of eggs that looked like salmon roe. The eggs then started to hatch larvae like bugs...and I think this part was influenced by the fact that we had watched Van Helsing a couple of weeks ago. And the bugs started rolling out of my mouth. Over a year ago I had two, maybe three, insect egg dreams. See here and here. After the second dream I got pregnant within a week o_O.

SCARY BABY DREAMS (rated R gorey and disturbing)

I started having scary baby dreams when I was pregnant. Then after Xiaozhuzhu was born, I started having seperation anxiety dreams... but they weren't weird-o like the dreams I usually blog about. The anxiety dreams were like me going to work or school and missing my baby to tears. Then after, oh, a couple of months my scary dreams started returning. The worst one starts with Chainwhip entering our bedroom and waking me up. (That in and of itself is super scary because it's just too real you know what I mean.) He was accompanied by another man who turned out to be some mad scientist and two... uhh... really freaky babies. My husband explained to me that these are actually our babies but "hatched" somewhere else and kept alive by unusual means. They weren't doing well which was really apparent by their shark like teeth and hissing tongues.. ack! And the scientist thought that we could save the babies if I could nurse them. Remember... shark like teeth and hissing tongues. I was horrified... as you probably are right now. Chainwhip seemed to have some compassion for the babies since they were ours genetically. I expressed hesitation (wouldn't you!?!?) and then I woke up.

Well, that's my update. I hope you'll still be my friend.

In the beginning...

2006-08-18T10:13:00.000-07:00

I've posted about my dreams several times on my xanga, but I just feel that they're misplaced, especially among all the Xiaozhuzhu updates. One day cute photos of the baby eating her toes and the next day descriptions of translucent eggs hatching from the roof of my mouth. So for continuity sake, I decided to dedicate an entire blog to my dreams.

Be forewarned, some dreams are disturbing.

Happy reading.