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Jan. 20th, 2002 10:30 amDream last night: Klae (making a second dream appearance in one week) and Miss L. were in danger of going to jail (something to do with skinnydipping pictures taken by Catling, but I don't really recall the full story). Anyway, since J.'s idea of baking cookies -- perhaps to bribe the police? I dunno -- didn't work out, Silas and PG13 realized that the only way out for them was for Klae and Marvy to get married - but not to one another. Somehow it was a "green card" kinda thing. So we were all trying to find suitable spouses for them.
Meanwhile, J. and I were planning an exciting vacation to Shreveport, LA. We were at Silas and Klae's, surfing the web for places to stay. I looked at the website of a campground and suddenly I was at the campground, where I ran into my mother and stepmother. In fact my whole family was there, eating ice cream. (There was an ice cream stand, complete with a petting zoo of dairy animals, adjacent to the campground.) Mom and step-Mom were complaining about how fat, respectively, my step-dad and father were getting. I didn't want to get involved in the discussion and so logged out of the website.
Back at S. and K.'s swingin' bachelor pad, Klae asked me to go stand in line for him at the bank across the street until he could get over there. Somehow this was involved in fixing his legal troubles. I stepped outside and suddenly my kitten ran out into traffic. (I'm not sure why the cats were in Klae's apartment, but whatever.) I chased after her and finally brought her back just as Klae was leaving to go take over line-waiting at the bank. He looked upset that I hadn't in fact been at the bank. I started to explain about the kitten when his exiting the apartment allowed both cats to escape. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, "They don't know how to deal with the traffic!" I started to chase after them -- alone, as Klae had to get to the bank before it closed, what with jail looming and all -- but suddenly the entire road was full of cats and cat-sized dogs all running about in different directions. It was getting dark and hard to tell one from another. I couldn't see my cats anywhere. I called after them, despairing that I would ever find them again.
And then I did one of those half-sit-up jolt-awake things that people do when they have nightmares on TV, to see that, in the real, waking world, the cats were in fact right there in the bedroom and playing a sort of tennis with a fly.
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We saw "AmĀlie" the other night, a month or two after all the cool kids saw it. But we saw it in an opulently decorated nearby theater in Beverly where they have a famous magic show, so there. And I think it's run by a cult.
Anyway, good flick. Heartily recommended.
Meanwhile, J. and I were planning an exciting vacation to Shreveport, LA. We were at Silas and Klae's, surfing the web for places to stay. I looked at the website of a campground and suddenly I was at the campground, where I ran into my mother and stepmother. In fact my whole family was there, eating ice cream. (There was an ice cream stand, complete with a petting zoo of dairy animals, adjacent to the campground.) Mom and step-Mom were complaining about how fat, respectively, my step-dad and father were getting. I didn't want to get involved in the discussion and so logged out of the website.
Back at S. and K.'s swingin' bachelor pad, Klae asked me to go stand in line for him at the bank across the street until he could get over there. Somehow this was involved in fixing his legal troubles. I stepped outside and suddenly my kitten ran out into traffic. (I'm not sure why the cats were in Klae's apartment, but whatever.) I chased after her and finally brought her back just as Klae was leaving to go take over line-waiting at the bank. He looked upset that I hadn't in fact been at the bank. I started to explain about the kitten when his exiting the apartment allowed both cats to escape. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, "They don't know how to deal with the traffic!" I started to chase after them -- alone, as Klae had to get to the bank before it closed, what with jail looming and all -- but suddenly the entire road was full of cats and cat-sized dogs all running about in different directions. It was getting dark and hard to tell one from another. I couldn't see my cats anywhere. I called after them, despairing that I would ever find them again.
And then I did one of those half-sit-up jolt-awake things that people do when they have nightmares on TV, to see that, in the real, waking world, the cats were in fact right there in the bedroom and playing a sort of tennis with a fly.
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We saw "AmĀlie" the other night, a month or two after all the cool kids saw it. But we saw it in an opulently decorated nearby theater in Beverly where they have a famous magic show, so there. And I think it's run by a cult.
Anyway, good flick. Heartily recommended.
