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jenniebreeden last night, and talking to her at a store that was hers, about Dragon*Con plans. She explained that she was just too busy, and couldn't possibly run a booth, and so mech_angel offered for us to run it, and that seemed to work better for everyone.
Something about a house with a back yard that was a national forest and having to shoo away tourists, to keep them away from our goat and our dog. The cat had space to roam about, freely, and not get hurt, and there was a species of small white butterflie which was using the spiderwebs attached to its wings as a swing set. There was a wooden walkway around the perimeter of the house, sou could walk through the gardens and toys, and see these wonderful things.
Warren Zevon called me. I don't remember if it was before or after the part with the house, but he called me, and wanted to talk to me, because we were in Colorado. I told him that I was one of his biggest fans. Not the biggest, mind you, but one of the biggest (even that's not necessarily true; maybe one of his eighth biggest fans). When I said that, he asked if I owned the "Natalie Rose" lbum, to which I replied, "That's why I'm only one of the biggest; I can't find it anywhere." We had a brief conversation, and then he had to go.
Something in the last section about living in a house with my grandmother, same house as before, and needing to get all this work done. Paying bills and parking tickets, picking people up from the airport, and it was all massively important, and we were all rushing around.
I don't really remember much else, there. Woke up a few times, this morning with what felt like something standing on my sternum. That something was the cat. I'm going to go make some coffee, and get some TV time in, before school/work, today. Oh, and I woke up with "Heartache Spoken Here," (and "I'll Slow You Down") stuck in my head, because it was one of the song titles I saw, before bed (The first, not the second). And the song I woke up to, on 88.5, incorporated itself into my dream.
2 minutes before the radio came on.
Good morning.
jenniebreeden last night, and talking to her at a store that was hers, about Dragon*Con plans. She explained that she was just too busy, and couldn't possibly run a booth, and so mech_angel offered for us to run it, and that seemed to work better for everyone.Something about a house with a back yard that was a national forest and having to shoo away tourists, to keep them away from our goat and our dog. The cat had space to roam about, freely, and not get hurt, and there was a species of small white butterflie which was using the spiderwebs attached to its wings as a swing set. There was a wooden walkway around the perimeter of the house, sou could walk through the gardens and toys, and see these wonderful things.
Warren Zevon called me. I don't remember if it was before or after the part with the house, but he called me, and wanted to talk to me, because we were in Colorado. I told him that I was one of his biggest fans. Not the biggest, mind you, but one of the biggest (even that's not necessarily true; maybe one of his eighth biggest fans). When I said that, he asked if I owned the "Natalie Rose" lbum, to which I replied, "That's why I'm only one of the biggest; I can't find it anywhere." We had a brief conversation, and then he had to go.
Something in the last section about living in a house with my grandmother, same house as before, and needing to get all this work done. Paying bills and parking tickets, picking people up from the airport, and it was all massively important, and we were all rushing around.
I don't really remember much else, there. Woke up a few times, this morning with what felt like something standing on my sternum. That something was the cat. I'm going to go make some coffee, and get some TV time in, before school/work, today. Oh, and I woke up with "Heartache Spoken Here," (and "I'll Slow You Down") stuck in my head, because it was one of the song titles I saw, before bed (The first, not the second). And the song I woke up to, on 88.5, incorporated itself into my dream.
2 minutes before the radio came on.
Good morning.
