Here is part of a stone church in the snow.I started reading Barbara Kingsolver's, Lacuna last night. It takes place in Mexico. I think it will be the perfect way to combat the below zero wind chills we're supposed to get by tonight. If that doesn't work, we will probably watch The Big Easy tonight. I haven't seen it since it first came out, but as I recall, everyone walks around in sweat stained shirts...Plus, an '80's Dennis Quaid should be hot enough to defy any Iowa Winter, right?
I've been having weird, insecure dreams lately. When I was younger and didn't know how to drive, I would have "feeling out of control" dreams that I was driving a motorcycle on an old logging road in Northern California...The kind that can sometimes just end without warning. Now, I dream of f*cked-up races I find myself in. One was that I was in a bike race that took place inside the hospital where I used to work. We raced through the hallways, trying to avoid patients and carts full of expensive equipment. In another dream, I was doing a triathlon and I kept forgetting that I was racing and would stop and talk to my friends, until someone would remind me and I would find myself further and further behind. Hmmmmm. It appears that the ass end of Winter is weighing heavily on me once again.
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Oh goodness. I know those anxiety dreams. Lucky for all of us, spring is on the way!
haha! My word verification is 'crackno' Don't worry Blogger, we won't turn to crack!
I really like Barbara Kingsolver, but have not read that one.
Weird dreams tend to come and go for me. I hate it when you wake up gasping for air and sitting straight upright.
Spring needs to hurry its ass up!
Well Spring is right around the corner.. even though it may not seem like it .. I hate those kinds of dreams.. they freak me out!
My dreams are always bits and pieces of a bunch of different things. Like somebody cut up a bunch of old movies and randomly spliced them together.
Those out-of-control dreams are unsettling. I've had too many to count.
We had some generous, drifting snow recently. It was a good day to stay in, but I wanted to venture outside for awhile. It was just enough time to appreciate the coziness of my apartment.
"I think it will be the perfect way to combat the below zero wind chills we're supposed to get by tonight"
If you want to go the other way, and read the winter chill deep into your bones, read "At The Mountains of Madness" by H.P. Lovecraft or "The Left Hand of Darkness" by Ursula K. Leguin.
Churlita,
I've started being aware of dreams again after a long hiatus.
bizaar.
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Hmm... the ass end of winter. I like that. Yeah, I've had radio anxiety dreams for a couple nights.. it's not so regular though, which is good.
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