Too pissed off about too many things today. One thing that usually make me feel better is listening to the awesome album Painted From Memory by Elvis Costello and Burt Bacharach. Seriously – it’s a lifesaver. I wanted to post a link to a video for “In The Darkest Place” but couldn’t find one. This one’s almost as good though:
This is an awesome song by Pink Martini. Kind of weird that they chose this song for the title of their last CD; it’s so different from anything else on the album. But it IS a totally cool song. Seeing this video just makes me really want to see them live, too.
Because you can never go wrong with the classics…
It’s junior year, last week of school before summer break. I’m happy, I’m not sure why, just in a really good mood. I think my grades were good, I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time but I had many friends and I was having a lot of fun. I actually enjoyed my classes that year, especially Honors AmTrad – a hybrid that satisfied both our American History and American Literature requirements. Every day there was a lecture in the main auditorium in the morning, then smaller group sessions in the afternoon. It’s no wonder this is one of my biggest memories of junior year – it took up so much of each day! I did like it though, even though we had to read some real snoozefests like Thoreau’s Walden. (To be honest, I think I only read the Cliff’s Notes for that one.) We had to do an independent study project on a prominent American and give a big presentation at the end of the semester. I did mine on Stanley Kubrick.
Best. Class. Ever.
Anyway, back to that last week of school. A friend named Mark carried me piggyback down the hallway in a race with another friend, also carrying a girl on his back. Mark had a pencil in his back pocket. When I slid down off his back to get back on my feet, the pencil stabbed me on the inner left thigh, right through my pants. Hurt like a sonofabitch.
And now, over 20 years later, I still have a little gray mark on my leg from the graphite where it got under my skin. It’s a tattoo – in pencil!
I’m a vivid dreamer – I dream almost every night, and I often have really clear, realistic, intense dreams that leave me breathless when I wake up, convinced for a few minutes afterwards that they were real. Strangely enough I don’t think a lot about what the dreams mean. I have certain dreams regularly, but I assume they’re the same dreams that everyone has more than once – that I’ve signed up for a class and forgotten about it and the day of the final has arrived; that I’m flying; that I’m being chased by something. There are a few other strange ones that I’ve had off and on over the years, like the dreams that my teeth fall out. But rather than puzzling over the symbolism of that, I’d assumed it was related to how horrible my teeth actually were. This theory was borne out when, after having several root canals and new crowns last year, the teeth dreams went away.
I frequently dream that I’m trying to find a (public) bathroom – usually to pee, but sometimes to take a shower. Either I can’t find the bathroom at all, or I find one and all the toilets are filthy and non-functioning, or they work fine but the stalls are all so low that you can see each other when you’re sitting on the toilets. The Dream Moods Dictionary tells me that these bathroom dreams are related to my “instinctual urges” and “need to cleanse [my]self, both emotionally and psychologically:”
To dream that you are in a public restroom with no stalls, signifies your frustrations about getting enough privacy. It may also indicate that you are having difficulties letting go of old emotions. If you reveal these feelings, you are afraid that others around you will judge and criticize you.
To dream that you can not find the bathroom, signifies that you are have difficulties in releasing and expressing your emotions.
Recently I’ve had recurring dreams that I’m kissing someone other than my husband. It’s usually a man but once it was a woman! In the case of the man at least, it seems like it’s someone famous. I’m not sure who the person is though, as I can never remember exactly what he (or she) looked like after I wake up.The website linked above suggests that dreams about kissing a celebrity have to deal with idolizing someone I already know. It also says that my dream about kissing another woman (which, by the way, was extremely hot) represents “self-acceptance.” Whatever! I think it means I’m kind of kinky.
Happy Valentine’s Day, and sweet dreams!