flipbooks, tightrope walkers and thumbelinas

weird dream diary
entry # 1:
mike and i are driving to malibu in a red convertible that reminds me of a cross between the mr. toad's wild ride car and the chitty-chitty bang-bang car. the car flies up off the road and into the air. i ask him to park the car and i jump out and float down from it on a hoola hoop.

entry # 2:
i am in a big old hotel walking around the grounds with my friends. we come across a pond/pool that is overgrown with vines and lily pads. the architecture is greek and the pond is surrounded by a kind of maze with pillars, walls and floating stones. there is a woman in a tattered Victorian dress sitting at the edge of the pond one one of the stones. she is screaming, "they killed my daughter! they killed my daughter!" i walk over to the edge of the pond. she hands me a small girl, who is the size of my hand, drenched in water. she asks me to do something. i rinse the girl off in the pond, and move the hair out of her face. she lays there limp and pale. i look up at the woman, tears streaming down her face.


p.s. these dreams are copywrited....