monday, april 8

I'm so goddamned tired. tired and blissed out. i started doing yoga again this morning. it was a very nice high after missing a month due to doc's orders. Then i chilled with one week old Sydney. New babies smell very delicious. man if you want to get off that crack cocaine just hold a nice, new baby for a couple hours (be sure to give her back or you might start up again once the hollering starts.)

I never used to get tired like this, i can fall asleep almost anywhere, anytime...

and the dreams are outrageous. the other night I dreamt that G and I were on one of the top floors of the WTC. We were crazed protesters or environmentalists of some kind seeking demands from the goverment. They slipped a note under the door promising to meet all of our demands including the helicopter on the roof, but before we could start cheering a bomb suddenly went off and we fell crashing hundreds of floors down to the streets of NY. We just stood there with glass shards all around us and life in NY just went on normally. I saw an ice cream vendor across the street and begged G to go with me to get a scoop. We stood in line and when it was our turn the vendor could not see or hear us. It was then I realized we were dead. So we debated about stealing it from the drug store. We did, so i guess i really wanted it.

So that whole theory that if you die in your dream you die in real life ain't true so much...

Posted by Molli at April 17, 2002 10:25 AM