kip_w (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kip_w) wrote,@ 2008-03-30 22:54:00 |
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One of the last dreams before being awakened the first time by Sarah was an interesting variant on the "nude in public" dream. In this one, I was in a restaurant with no shoes. Oh, the shame of it. I pulled my pants legs over my feet (you can do that in a dream) and walked back to my table, where the shoes were. Lots of people in the place seemed to know me. There were several shout-outs to themes in waking life. Moving house, check. Public radio station, check. Graveyard, check. The graveyard, by the way, had an interesting grave marker in it -- a full-size piano. If it didn't actually work as a piano, it at least seemed to have some sort of mechanism or speaker inside.
The weather has been verging on acceptable this weekend, and Sarah wants to take advantage of that. Also, she has a new bat and ball, so we've been out in the yard, practicing. She's getting where she can hit the ball, provided I can throw it pretty much at the bat. Neither one of us is perfect, but the signs are encouraging. We went to the kiddie movie on Saturday morning, which was Easter in Bunnyland, an hour of unimagination. Sarah's seen it three times now, two of them with me. We ran into her friend David from the preschool and chatted a while.
Today, by contrast, we ran into her friend David from kindergarten. We're seeing Davids right and left. I took her to Stanley Park after breakfast this morning, where we didn't run into anybody at all. Cathy took her to Mittineague Park in the afternoon, and they saw Traigh (briefly) and Harrison (for somewhat longer). Harrison didn't do too well at baseball, but he's the best artist in Sarah's class. His dad's an artist too.
It's eleven o'clock for me. What sort of dreams will I have tonight? And how can I find out?
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One of the last dreams before being awakened the first time by Sarah was an interesting variant on the "nude in public" dream. In this one, I was in a restaurant with no shoes. Oh, the shame of it. I pulled my pants legs over my feet (you can do that in a dream) and walked back to my table, where the shoes were. Lots of people in the place seemed to know me. There were several shout-outs to themes in waking life. Moving house, check. Public radio station, check. Graveyard, check. The graveyard, by the way, had an interesting grave marker in it -- a full-size piano. If it didn't actually work as a piano, it at least seemed to have some sort of mechanism or speaker inside.
The weather has been verging on acceptable this weekend, and Sarah wants to take advantage of that. Also, she has a new bat and ball, so we've been out in the yard, practicing. She's getting where she can hit the ball, provided I can throw it pretty much at the bat. Neither one of us is perfect, but the signs are encouraging. We went to the kiddie movie on Saturday morning, which was Easter in Bunnyland, an hour of unimagination. Sarah's seen it three times now, two of them with me. We ran into her friend David from the preschool and chatted a while.
Today, by contrast, we ran into her friend David from kindergarten. We're seeing Davids right and left. I took her to Stanley Park after breakfast this morning, where we didn't run into anybody at all. Cathy took her to Mittineague Park in the afternoon, and they saw Traigh (briefly) and Harrison (for somewhat longer). Harrison didn't do too well at baseball, but he's the best artist in Sarah's class. His dad's an artist too.
It's eleven o'clock for me. What sort of dreams will I have tonight? And how can I find out?
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