when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Revelation 3:15/ The Ides of March

Susan came to visit me a few weeks ago. I had a virus; I bought it. I thought it was a virus protection download, but it was a virus. Anyone have an eraser? How to get that giant word SUCKER off my forehead?! I called my computer doctor, Gaylen. He said he'd come by and examine the body. I like Gaylen. He's the same age as I am, we are both 41. He retired at the age of 35. Sometimes when I call him there's a strange sound in the background.

"What's that noise Gaylen"?
"That's Gracie, my chicken. She's sitting on my lap."

He's also happily married which makes him an even better friend. There's rarely a negative turn in our conversations,unless we are talking about the current state of political world affairs, and there is no agenda on either side other than platonic friendship. It's refreshing to have a friend like him and necessary, especially if you have computer immuno-deficiency as I do.

The initial exam revealed I had to purchase a new program. We would install it two weeks later, which was yesterday. During the initial we caught up on stuff. He and his wife were putting an offer on a thirty acre farm with a pond. it's their dream to move away from the farmette to a real farm. They had been looking for property for a year. They were excited.

Susan came to visit two weeks ago, like I said before.

Susan died more than two years ago. She lost the third battle in her ten year war with cancer. When I last saw her alive, she was in a hospital in Northern Virginia. I walked to her door. I saw a little bald man sitting on the sofa eating jello, or some other delicacy ,in her room. I began to back away. The beak -nosed, bald headed man said , "Come in" in Susan's gentle voice.

Susan was my mother's only sister. My mother was the older one. The one with the blond hair and the nice figure when they were young. Susan was always the heavy sister with the most unruly dark Jewish hair.

After her first divorce when she was very young, Susan lived in our basement. I think it was 1968. Susan had the greatest Jew-Fro I ever saw. She loved Motown music and we would dance to Diana Ross playing on the 8 track for hours.

In her eulogy, she was described as a cross between Martha Stewart and Bob Villa. She grew plants, took me to health food stores, taught me to love children and care for them properly. She taught me to macrame, tie-die and draw a smiley face.

I loved her.

Susan was buried without a wig; she hated that wig. Her bald head was visible through the holes in the lace veil.

Two weeks ago she stood before me with her blazing ice blue eyes and nine inch tall, dark, thick ,Jew-fro. She was cloaked in an emerald green velvet cape. Her beautiful high cheekbones were warmly colored. She is the archetype of the fertility goddess and the goddess of hearth and home. She is also the one who lost her battle with cancer.
Without speaking she told me that some suspicious cells have been identified.

I wondered for two weeks whose cells she was speaking of, mine? Tate's?

Yesterday morning Gaylen and I met to install the new program in the office computer.

"I've had a rough morning" he said. "The doctor called this morning with my wife's test results. She has class four inoperable cancer. I never imagined my life without her"

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Brier Patch

I have been procrastinating writing a paper for school for nearly 2 months now. It's due on Monday. I read everybody's blogs, I go for walks, anything but write that paper. I got it done today. It's for the professor I shot my big mouth off to. I don't care if she likes it; it's done. Thats where Ive been all day so I can garden on Sunday. Last Minute Lucy strikes again.
And. . . the Town Administrator (in the Lemonade town) stopped by today to tell me that he entered my shop in the Garden Week contest. He said pictures have been taken and everything. I think I'm gonna win!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Far Side of the Sun

"Mornin sun comes shinin through my window" (Michelle Shocked- Saturday)

Coronal Mass Ejection

Solar flares wind direction

Asteroid fly by


Solar Wind Speed

520.3 kilometers per second
density: 1.7 protons per centimeters cubed


Bizarre hexagon

A solar wind stream flowing

coronal hole should reach Earth on or about April 2nd.

Take cover

ephemeris, 3-D orbit

X-ray Solar Flares

Far Side of the Sun

Waxing poetic on Spaceweather.com website
Pure poetry these phrases terms and images. Out of this world!

Saturday, March 24, 2007


Ive been busy this morning. This is different, the past two weeks have been slow here at Run-In with Sheer's. Slow, as in two haicuts per day slow. The reason for this sharp decline in business is not due to any grave error on my part (I don't think) but to the unfortunate "Streetscape " construction. Yes it's a mess. The dirt, the street shorn of all foliage, the two lane traffic reduced to one. The five to fifteen minute wait for trucks and tractors to do their thing while no traffic may pass. No parking in the town's minimal lots or on the street itself and then there was this lovely development. My shop is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. Wednesday morning, two weeks ago, I came in to find that the sidewalk in front of my shop had been removed. The front steps had been crushed and cracked by the heavy artillary. The footer under the brick front had been broken and the bricks have sizable gaps in the mortar now. Several pvc pipes approximately 6 inches in diameter are sticking out of the dirt where the sidewalk once was directly in front of the entrance of my shop. What made this scene even more attractive was the industrial orange barricade that was placed over the pipes which gave my shop the appearance of a hazardous crime scene.

My landlord and friend called to say he thinks it just might be personal. Noone else in the town has a barricade in front of their front door. He suggested I bring in some sandbags and hang a white flag out the window.
Me, Surrender?!!
No way.

I decided to do this instead.
A quick trip to the dollar store, buy plastic flowers and bright japanese windsock, salvage American flag from the fence next door, remove orange blockade and put it down the street.
C. the landlord and dissident jumped in and bought some more flowers and red plastic reflectors.
My phone has not stopped ringing and it's almost 3:00 in the afternoon and I have cut more hair this morning than I have cut in the past two weeks combined.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Black Taxi

In order to keep the dream interpretation ball rolling, I would like to add to the Hawaii dreaming info;

my favorite and only brother is currently in Hawaii. He is not vacationing, nor living the Howlie life, he was hired by a man in Oregon, where he lives, to fly to Hawaii to build the man a house. My brother can barely afford to pay his telephone bill most of the time.

I believe in the phenomena of Chimera. We share DNA and blood cells passed from the womb to mother to child to subsequent child. This is a scientific biological explanation for the fact that I can see Hawaii from my dreams while I am in Virginia, while my brother walks on sandy shores and the way I knew about the crime.

Three years ago, Wiley my oldest son was 19. He had moved into an apartment with a friend. It wasn't the Taj Mahal, but it was decent enough. Wiley was in the throes of his post adolescent rage against me and all the mistakes I had made in being his mom. He was punishing me. He rarely called nor would he think about coming home to visit, not even for dinner. I allowed him his freedom. I only called him once a month, when I was up for a little abuse.

I had a terrifying nightmare. I was on the top of a tall cliff. On the street below there was a black car with two men in it driving by.I fell or maybe I lept and was falling through the air. Instead of jolting awake, I began to move horizontally to the right hand side of my psyche.
I saw a gun. I started to scream, "They're trying to shoot Wiley!" over and over again and then I woke in a heart pounding panic.

The next day, I made the hour long journey to my office. When I was halfway there, I remembered my nightmare from the night before.
I called his cell phone.
He answered the phone with this;

"Mom, I was robbed at gunpoint yesterday."

Later when we were together he told me the story of a strange phone call while he was napping. The knock at the door. The gun in his face. The thoughts running through his head as the robber instructed him to sit on the sofa while he rummaged through the apartment. The thoughts of his imminent and untimely murder.He told me about the man leaving his apartment and getting into a black older model taxi where one other man was waiting for him. He cried, alligator tears. I did too.

I am blessed in many ways.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Hawaii Dreaming

Yesterday morning, I am in Hawaii. On a winding road, the cerulean blue ocean down below. Indigo swirls, the wind is warm and gentle. I am on the edge of the ocean, I tell Tate that the water is warm.
He said, "Stace, it's 7:00. We overslept."
ERRRR, it's Sunday. I have agreed to attend a new agey health and healing conference/exhibition at the Omni Hotel in town. I am feeling a bit stressed about the whole thing. It's the time of the month where I need to be left alone, in my body and mind. I have only one day off these days, it's Sunday. I agreed to sit at the booth with a friend when she asked me several weeks ago. Who knew then how much I would have wanted to stay in my dreams that day?
Skipping to the point.
I arrived a bit late, no problem.
There were nearly 30 presenters at the expo. As we were setting up, I witnessed our neighbor's table being set with pretty flowers and an interesting sign.
I wandered over to greet an attractive, grey haired and pretentiously upright man. He said, "Are you interested in your dreams"?
He's a Phd.Psychologist. He teaches people to understand the meanings of animals in their dreams.
I laughed at first. That's like asking a crack addict if they want to smoke some crack today.
I told him I have been recording my dreams since I was 15 years old. That I went to a hypnotist when I was 17 in order to recall a dream where I was speaking in a language I was unfamiliar with.I informed him that I have taken classes with Henry Reed, the head of dream and psychic research for the A.R.E.
He said he's never heard of Henry.
He said he used Jungian archetypes.
Jung believed that Jews were mentally and physically inferior people. I wouldn't be too proud of trusting Jung's insights.
I told him that I was in Hawaii last night and was a little miffed at having to leave in order to be here.
He sneered in my general direction, he avoided any further conversation with me and seemed threatened when I conversed with the attendees (several are friends I haven't seen in some time). I was at the Sensory Learning Institutes booth. I wasn't talking to the people about the meaning of their dreams. He didn't seem to be impressed with my interest in "his " subject at all.
I'd rather be on the Ocean in Hawaii, where the water is warm and I am with my love. I am totally sick of pretentious, egoists and hierarchies.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

90's Kids

Anne was the closest to having a daughter as I have ever been. We lived with her when she was 11 years old until the day she moved to be with her mother. She was thirteen then.
She was tough. Tough on me, tough on the boys; her world was tough. She had been living with her father since she was a baby. Her father never really got the hang of the daddy thing, he ignored her alot. He left the parenting to his friends, sister in law and his mother.
Anne took her frustrations out on me, often. Sometimes she was the funniest, friendliest, most creative friend and other times I expected her head to begin spinning in a 360.
Anne is almost 24 years old now. She has come a long way. She is a new mommy and wife. She is smart, funny, Beautiful and I absolutely love her.
She has a My Space site. I check in to see her now and then. This is her recent blog: www.myspace.com/acexadd5 (forgive me, I am still having trouble inserting a link)

Last Updated:
Mar 13, 2007

Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 23
Sign: Aries

State: North Carolina
Country: US

Signup Date: 04/20/06

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.

Anybody under the age of 12 should not read this, and if you do, you should not repost this.
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.

You're a 90's kid if:

You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]

You remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, Bobby's World, Felix the cat, The Tick...

If you remember Jelly Shoes and had multiple pairs.

AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!

You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"

You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . ."

You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.

You remember reading "Goosebumps"

You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.

You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not

If you remember seeing hot tub bubbles make bubbly sounds before every music video on VH1.

when everyhting was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...eeny meeny miney mo...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.

You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.

"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.

Captain Planet. He's a Hero.

You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.

You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.

You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.

You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"

You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.

You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.

You remember those Where's Waldo books.

You remember eating Warheads.

You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.

You remember Ring Pops.

You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.

If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"

When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.

You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.

Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.

You played and/or collected "Pogs"

You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.

. . . Furbies.

?Saved By The Bell was the coolest show ever!Oh YESSS

You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.

And Windows 95 was the best.

Before we weren't allowed to have cell phones in school, it was "GigaPets" that we weren't supposed to have.

You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.

Michael Jordan was a king.

YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!

All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.

You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.

You collected those Beanie Babies.

Mortal Kombat was awesome--the game and the movie


Gak was the coolest stuff invented.

Lambchop's song never ended.

The old dollar bills.

Silver dollars, which were cool to have.

You remember a time before the WB.

You collected all the Troll dolls

You had to read Weekly Reader's in class.

If you even know what an original walkman is.

You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.

You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"

You know the Macarena by heart.

"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said

You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"

You remember trying to collect all 150 original pokemon cards but never could and if you did you thought you were all that!

You remember Highlight's magazine.

You know the significance of the number 23.

You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.

You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.

Before the MySpace frenzy . . .

Before the Internet & text messaging . . .

Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .

Before MIKE JONES . . .

Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .

Before Spongebob . . .

Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.

When light up sneakers were cool.

When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.

When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.

When we recorded stuff on VCRs.

When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.

When gameboy was a brick.

You did MASH to figure out your future

When you weren't cool unless you had a Starter jacket.

Way back.

Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.

Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!

Like I said, she's funny.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Neanderthal Lenny

Oh the seas of nighttime shifting; finally the dreams become rich and vivid again.
The visitations from my aunt who died two years ago after a ten year battle with cancer, the dead girl in my closet who i have painted onto a canvas in order to hide her, the wading in green flood waters surrounded by snakes of power lines and rescuing wandering elusive baby sons.

Perhaps it's the mixture of the experiences some of you have sent along with the bizarre and fantatstic writing of prolific author Dean Koontz. I have been reading "Odd Thomas". This is my first time ever reading Dean Koontz. I tend to shy away from the stars of the writing world. I know this has something to do with my disdain for mass produced items. A few weeks ago when I was locked in the witness room of the courthouse for an unexpected nine hours, I was fortunate to be in the company of Neanderthal Lenny. NL is as much of a bookworm as I am, and much better prepared. Perhaps this says something about his familiarity with the court thing because he brought three magazines , two novels and one "how to" book on treating dogs for psychosis or perhaps arthritis. I picked up Odd Thomas and began to read. I began to read paragraphs over and over again, not because I din't understand them but because I loved the way they were written. NL gave his testimony before me and then he waited for me to say my piece. NL went home; I declined a ride to my house. He said I could borrow his book when he had finished reading it.He took the book home. I would have to wait.

One week later, NL threw a big party at his house on the river. In my party banter, which is usually tough for me because I don't know how to be superficial, I brought up the topic of Dean Koontz. Martha said, "Dean Koontz is like Stephen King on acid."
True, really. I bought the book last Sunday.
Here's one I marked; "If someone invented a thermometer that measured weirdness, it would melt under my tongue. . . "

Monday, March 12, 2007

Tornadic Conspiracy?-Ricks dream

just the other night, i dream that i'm driving down an interstate, in the car with a couple of people whom it's not clear if i know that well, but we're driving along
I have myself in complete control. I have myself transitioning through pathways of connection. I am with others, not alone, but independent in anonymity.

and up ahead we see this big, black tornado heading our way. other cars are pulling off, so i do, too, but there's no ditch on the side of the highway (i grew up in tornado country, you're supposed to park your car and lie down in the deepest ditch you can find), so we get out of the car and we start walking up the embankment on the side of the road.
In the future looms darkness, destruction and massive foreboding.I have myself stalled and seeking escape from the destruction (winds often represent the mind or thought processes). I place my trust in others to gather security in my path, the process is to escape danger by taking a higher plane or spiritual path.

we can see this thing getting closer and stuff is swirling around in it, and it's jet black and making that tornado noise...
so, the "tornado" gets closer and as it gets right up near us,
The closer I get to my fears the closer I come to conquering them. (This is the terrifying part of the nightmare before you wake up and are released from it.)

it turns out that it's not a tornado, it's a truck towing this big, funky trailer with some kind of crazy contraption on it, and the gizmo is producing this vortical black cloud because of some kind of malfunction, and the things we see flying off it are parts that are being thrown up into the cloud, and we're all relieved and think it's kind of funny.

All is not as it appears, powerful structures are out of control and actually so lame that they are almost funny, but still possibly dangerous.
It appears there is a manipulation of the mind by dark forces. This is the brainwashing technique of politicians to make humans afraid of one another. It is fabricated. Human beings are on top of the food chain, they are not in a survival of the fittest Darwinian drama. Humans must be convinced that the "other" humans are going to kill them in order for mass mentality to be able to justify committing acts of mass-murder/war. Have you been thinking about the conspiracy theory of scientists being able to create destructive weather patterns? This seems like a strong possibility to me and as an interpretation of this dream. What do you think?

next day, i wake up and turn on the radio, and there are all these people dead in alabama, and general destruction from tornadoes all over the south (including new orleans, from which i've just returned), and tornadoes are pretty rare in the south in the winter.(I'm sticking to the fact that you are a psychic dreamer and the weather conspiracy theory too)

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Whats In Store; Jerri's Dream

Jerri said...
Here's my dream, Stacy. It will help to know that Dayton's was the major department store chain in Minneapolis (where I lived for 28 years and until last year). It's since become Marshall Fields and now Macy's, but it will always be Dayton's to me.

Dreamed I was auditioning for Dayton’s commercial. Worked through the night at CPi on project. Dayton’s had bought the co. and I was helping with move into swanky, swanky new quarters.
I have myself up for judgement for a public display.I expend great amounts of energy to assist or transition to something or space above my average means, an upgrade.

Next day I was in some sort of class and serving a snack for the class. As I worked on putting the snack together (had left some of what I’d prepared behind in running from a tornado)
I am among my peers yet,I am in a lower social class than them, I am their servant and their caretaker at the same time. I give them just enough to keep going. It is similar to tithing or a symbiotic, altruistic act. Humility and helping.
Because I am serving others, I leave some things out, or become forgetful as there is a powerful whirlwind of thoughts bearing down on me and I have to balance these thoughts and my own work with helping others.

I realized it was time I was supposed to be at the audition.
I am pressed for time; I am putting myself into the judgement arena.
Ran there, no make up, threw on my clothes as I ran, and didn’t have all of what I’d planned to wear. Missing accessories and shoes I wanted but had the basics—my plain black dress. Old Faithful. Ended up wearing leopard patterned shoes and belt of some sort. Hair was okay but no make up whatsoever.
I have myself moving as fast as I can, honest, incomplete, unplanned,trusting my core self, or what works every time. Absence of superficiality.

The night before I’d come to the attention of the CEO of Dayton’s. In a room full of gorgeous, gorgeous, young, made-up women with clothing and hair to die for, I came to the special attention of the woman in charge. The group went to lunch. We walked there together and I helped her avoid the marshy spots because she was wearing terribly expensive shoes. She talked about the evil necessity of wearing heels. We separated when we got to the restaurant. I felt I should give others a chance to talk with her but from across the room she motioned for me to sit by her. She asked questions and I answered. Couldn't’t contain my enthusiasm over some things like owning props for shoots, etc. She said I was like a comfortable pickup and no one would be intimidated by me but everyone would want me. Girls in room were jealous. One came over and asked if she’d seen correctly, if the leader really had asked me to sit by her.

As unprepared and unplanned as I am, I am noticed or chosen over all of those whom I perceive as being better than me. I am on par with all the beautiful,sparkly new things which I always wished for. I am moving to the ranks of being less than the group, to one with the group, to being powerful in the group. I am always remembering to treat everyone with compassion and understanding what it must be like to walk in their shoes.Although I am unpretentious, I fear others will be jealous of my successes yet I question their perceptions as I still wrestle with my own perception of self worth. (all artists have deep insecurities as they hang naked on a wall)

My answer was that I wasn’t sure. That it had seemed so to me but I was so shocked that I’d taken a place near her rather than right beside her because I couldn’t imagine she’d want me, even thought it seemed that’s what she was saying.
Again, could this honor really be bestowed on insignificant little me?

The girl next to me told me not to worry about it that they all just wished they were me. I looked at this young, beautiful woman and then down at my old fat self and couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I am in the midst of a whirlwind of creativity and have been writing powerful autobiographical pieces and posting excerpts from them on my Blogsite: Reflections From The Pond (see reco. links). This writing is revealing core aspects of who I am in an un-embellished, plain, honest way. I have been receiving alot of positive feedback in my comments from people who I believe are better or more prepared or educated than I am.

It may be that there are some "higher ups" in the writing world or publishing world who are giving you some feedback that you are surprised by or feel un-entitled to such praise. This is wrestling with the belief in the wonderfulness of you.
Thank you for sending this and your writing is fabulous.

Frozen Lake; Rick Dreams

rick said...
okay, this has happened twice in the last month, and i don't have what you'd call any sort of psychic abilities, so I'll let you explain it...
#1) about a month ago. i have this dream where
I'm watching a guy in a plane driving the plane around on a frozen lake.

I have myself observing someone much like myself hovering above frozen emotions and feelings.

he's jumping over snow banks and twirling around like mad, and I'm sort of hovering over the scene and the knowledge comes to me that this guy will rent his plane out to people, not to fly, but to sort of just spin around on this frozen lake and it looks like fun (i hate to fly, but the idea of spinning around like crazy sounded okay),

The man who is like me is jumping and moving in a freeing swift and fluid motion and I am hesitating to participate in this freeing anti gravity dance because I have a deep inner awareness of the part of this that I will dislike, but if I pay a price, temporarily, I can, like a corkscrew begin to crack the surface of the frozen feelings and sea of subconscious, not for the purpose of spiritual gain or enlightenment but for the sake of being free from the responsibilities that keep me in my frozen emotional state. In a sense I allow myself to run free in my mind, but i know if I act on my wishes, it will cause me intense pain

so in that dream-like way that these things get done, I'm suddenly talking to my friend mike and asking him if he wants to go in with me to rent the plane. on the lake there are, in addition to the snowbanks the guy is jumping over, all the stuff you'd expect to find on a frozen lake in Maine - fish shacks, trucks, snowmobiles, etc..

I am communicating with (define Mike here: my friend who...)and I question my friend (who is my age and appears healthy but suddenly has a life threatening condition)if he would be willing to enter this temporary vehicle to escape gravity or the heavy stuff that keeps me from experiencing freedom. All the normal, mundane ground vehicles and houses that cannot transcend gravity.

mike says it sure looks like fun, but since he just had open heart surgery (that part's true, quadruple bypass out of the blue, and he's healthier than i am) he didn't feel like he could take all the jiggling.

My friend, who appears similar to me on the outside, or is a part of me, expresses aloud that although he can see there is release and freedom in sight, his heart cannot stand up to the challenge of releasing those frozen feelings, it is too dangerous, the ups and downs and all of the intense vibrations.

Read the bold statements only and determine whether or not this dream may be saying something to you that you had not expected.

well, the next morning, I'm taking my daughter, Celeste, to school, and on Maine public radio comes a story about a guy who just the day before was taking off in a small plane from a snow-covered rural airfield, and he loses a wheel from his plane and ended up running out onto a lake and spinning around, and almost hit some guy's fish shack, and only stopped finally because he ran into a pickup parked on the ice.

Well my friend, perhaps you are creating some other person's reality while you dream. Hey, can you try creating this one? "My friend Stacy has won the jackpot on a mega million lottery, she didn't even purchase a ticket! Amazing!
Thank you for your courage in posting
. Love-s

Friday, March 09, 2007

Chocolate Falling Everywhere

Thank you Michelle O Neil of Full-Soul Ahead for submitting a dream of chocolate:
"last night I dreamt of chocolate.
Cupcakes with melted chocolate for frosting
,>(complete and extreme sweetness)
and I was dropping handfuls of resees cups and hershey's chocolate into the melted chocolate frosting,>(co-creator of this richness, this decadent extreme, forbidden, I would assume, in your lifestyle.)
swirling them around.
I woke up before I got even one damn bite!>( some part of you may be feeling as though it is not getting it's fair share of all the sweetness you are a co-creator of and participant in.
This meaning could be interpreted differently for you if you were not aware of the fact that you wouldn't be eating the chocolate in the dream.
If everything was groovy and delicious with all that chocolate swirling around, the dream would be commenting on your feeling of satisfaction with all of the sweetness around you.
Also, you very likely are pre-menstrual and in need of some Calcim, Magnesium and Zinc compound.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Meru Rocks!

I know I just posted a link to a great video yesterday but Avi called me early this morning to see if I had checked out this link he sent me. I have linked it in recommended sites under MERU. This is fascinating. It's 30 minutes long, I will forewarn you, but post it somewhere safe for when you have the time. Awesom, really.

Besides, my dreams have been incredibly fractured and work related lately (boring). If anyone wants to email or post in comments, a dream to interpret , I'd be happy to look into them with you.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

New Orleans, the future New Atlantis

This from my talented and beautiful friend Rick Prose in Maine. Please pass it on , or at least let him know if you appreciate his work. Thank you Rick, thank you for giving a damn!
below is a link to a short video i just posted to youtube, watch it and pass it along. i'm still working the bugs out of the compression process, so the quality is not the best, especially the titles.
(please copy and paste the link below.)


Rick Prose
Station Manager
Boothbay Region Community Television
PO Box 500
Boothbay Harbor, ME 04538

Monday, March 05, 2007

I'm So Proud of ME!

I finally won on "Word Imperfect". I have been playing this game where one person searches the dictionary for an odd or rarely heard word and then participants create their own definition for the chosen word since I was a teenager, but I am not so good at it. I compete on this great blog word game on "Word Imperfect" (link on recos.), which is managed by Word Imp as often as possible and I won a few days ago with this:
Stacy said...
Algid is the puckering of the skin on the face, especially of the nose, that is most often seen on elderly people living in damp moldy climates like England and Scotland.
"Did you see that old man's algid nose? Poor soul".
I am so proud of me!

"Stimpy my nerve endings"

I don't know if any of you were fortunate enough to have had children during the height of the popularity of the Ren and Stimpy show or not. If you have never seen this bulldog and horrific chihuahua, let me tell you, sometimes they were funny. They were potty funny as I recall, like farts and stinky stuff kid funny. I allowed the rude show to be viewed until the day that Ren, or was it Stimpy, was having a very difficult time with his nerve endings falling out. You see these nerve endings were in the place where teeth used to be so Ren didn't have a toothache, he had a nerve ending ache. That was too much for my nerve endings to handle. To the sound of my giggling son's protests,I turned the t.v. off.
Jerri commented on the recurring theme of teeth falling out in dreams. Most of us have had this one at least once.
Standing at a cocktail party, dressed in fine attire, hair all swooped up and talking to a handsome man and oh my! My front tooth fell out.
Not alot of fun, contrary to the kids opinion of the Ren and Stimpy act.
"Your bark is bigger than your bite" when your teeth fall out. Of course because you don't have any teeth, you have no bite. This doesn't mean that you can't hurt someone in your current position, but you are loosing power in the situation or are feeling powerless in the given situation.
As an aside: I tried to place a comment on Jerri's On The Pond Blog (can't link but it's on the recommended sites over there) but the format screen wouldn't scroll down far enough to allow me to. Is Mercury still retrograde?
I said: "Whoa, I thought my life was weird. I agree with Carrie, you've got a great book in there."

Saturday, March 03, 2007


A very attractive young man with some of the thickest hair I had ever seen came into my shop for a haircut yesterday afternoon. After we established a bit of rapport and he realized I was old enough to be his mother he told me this:
"I recently got out of jail. I killed a deer."
"You killed a who?"
"I got caught shooting a deer on the Blue Ridge Parkway.(that's federal land)They gave me five years, but they suspended three. I was eighteen when I went to jail; real jail."
I was standing behind him shaking my head in disbelief. Isn't deer hunting something humans have been doing in order to survive since the beginning of time. Couldn't they just slap a serious fine on this kid? This sweet boy is only one year older than my oldest son.I felt like crying. I wished I could take the hole nightmare away.
"You know what gets me?" he asked me.
"I was in with the father rapers and murderers. There was a guy in there convicted of sodomizing a five year old child. He only got four years. I got five for shooting a deer."
hands down, most disturbing story I have heard in a long, long time.

Diamond Teeth

Today is my early day, which means I didn't have time to journal last nights dreams.I can't say they were extremely significant nor vivid, but there is something interesting about the diamond wedding rings I was wearing on my left hand. There were two, Tate had given them to me. For some strange reason, I was wearing them on my front teeth for a little bit. The interesting thing about these rings is that I don't really like diamonds, even in my dream. I thought to myself "they really are sparkly and bright, but so overrated and way too decadent, not to mention mined by destitute workers." But, I noticed everyone I saw, my sister, friends, etc., immediately saw the rings when they saw me and that some how gave me power and recognition. My brother(who is very much like my twin), was telling me that he needed some time apart from me, so he wouldn't get bored.And then there was my very upscale hair salon in a wooden framed indoor mall.

Without actually working this one, I am guessing that the symbolism has alot to do with the fact that I refer to Tate as my husband these days, without the current lifetime document nor ceremony. Tate and I were married a long time ago; the year was 632 AD. I tell clients about him several times per day to avoid the unnecessary dance with available men. Also involved is the false perception that women are nothing without a man that continues to swirl around the old psyche of humanity.
Anyone have a recurring dream to post?

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Blackout Makeout?

Avi suffers from stage fright. When he was a little kid on stage with his 2nd grade class singing Christmas songs, I was sure he was going to pass out. He'd turn white as a ghost. I felt unfaithful to him. I felt like a bad mom. I knew he didn't want to sing for the other moms, but I convinced him to get up there with his peers. It wasn't him, the kid stuff. He's a genius.
I can't say I get the name. I do get the promotional statements.
About blackout makeout
BLACKOUT MAKEOUT, hailing from Charlottesville, Virginia, is a four piece rock band who appeals to a wide range of underage, impressionable females. Their extreme good looks is one of the main reasons for BLACKOUT MAKEOUT being one of the hottest underground bands on the East coast. BLACKOUT MAKEOUT consists of George on vocals with his kate moss-like, supermodel body, Avi on keys despite his lack of keyboard, "Ohh...oh..Hooowward" on guitar, and John who surprisingly resembles a blend of Buddy Holly, Bob Sagget and Brad Pitt on drums.

Look out for their new hit single, "JAILBAIT SOULMATE" which will be available on itunes in the very near future. Probably

Avi plays the piano, the violin, the saxophone, the accordion and anything else he can get his hands on, unless he is performing. After his juried accordion performance at U.Mass. last year, his professor asked him how he felt. "Miserable or terrible" ?
Avi replied "Worse".
A few weeks ago he called to tell me his band was booked at a local venue hall in April.
"What band?"
One of his friends threw their hat in the ring, got accepted and then he put together the band. Blackout Makeout, April 22, is going to be something. http://www.myspace.com/blackoutmakeout