have a nightmare have a notion

I found my dream journal.  Truth be told, it was never exactly lost.

It was always there in plain sight, I merely forgot it.  

It hung around on the sidelines until I finally paid attention, like a kid sister you're subconsciously ignoring.

"oh hello, I'd forgotten you"

come in...

44

My dream last night was a happy dream. In fact when I woke up this morning I was hoping to get back to it when I fell back asleep.

I think I did, but I can't be sure.

The contents of the dream are not entirely important I don't think, except the awesome feeling of balance, harmony and happiness. There was also a number involved.

44

The dream itself was pretty lineal, each event being followed by a fairly logical step thereafter.

The number, however, sort of came out of nowhere but I knew it was an important aspect.

I told myself to remember the number so that I could research the relevance when I woke up.

44 : order and organization.

balanced, even, symmetrical.

a square cube or box. (octahedral number)

apparently 44 is a tribonacci number (which means it is complete) and a happy number.

I didn't know any of this stuff about this number until today which is why it is so interesting that it should fit in so perfectly with my happy little dream.

The picture I posted with this blog is from archive page 44. I like it and it makes me feel at peace and a little sleepy.

hm.

all-overs

It's official.

One or more of my personalities has a sick obsession with Claudio Sanchez.

I had a dream about him last night... and it isn't the first.

To be fair, he could have worse people dreaming about him.  I'm not outwardly strange.  If I am a stalker I'm a particularly lazy one so he needn't worry there.

If I met him I wouldn't try to smell him or rub myself on him.  I'm pretty sure I could conduct myself quite normally in his presence, I just have these dreams about him.

The first time he had children with him and was mowing my lawn.

weird huh?

I thought so, especially since he's the only man I would cheat on my husband with.

But last night I thought I was finally getting into the good stuff.  

He appears in my dream, normal situation, and then suddenly walks into my bedroom naked.

The chemical impulse draws us into each other arms...  our lips meet passionately... and then...

nuthin'.

One of my other personalities hijacked my dreams and booted him out.  The next thing I know I'm dreaming about some totally lame, mundane thing like washing dishes or brushing my teeth.

thanks a lot brain.

thanks for nuthin'