la_belle_laide | More weird dreams and a colored sketch

Anyway. It's a mad thing when it's 34 degrees out and you're thinking, "Gosh, it's warm today!"

Pendragon crapped today, still no bandaid. Another mad thing when I'm blogging about my iguana's crap.

I had another freakishly weird dream last night. In this one, my Grampa was at my house, heating up microwavable discs for Pendragon. (Grampa died in '99.) By and by, I realized that he had a moustache, which in life, he never had. And suddenly he began to look not so much like my Grampa, and very sly. I realized that he was heating up discs, not to keep Pendragon warm, but to burn him, and then suddenly I knew he was an imposter.

Next thing I knew I was in Disneyworld. (Disneyworld is always the same in my dreams, but never like it is in real life.) A parade had just ended and I was walking through some crowded shops. Jeremy wa with me, and he had a moustache. (Which he never had in real life.) I was surprised to see him there and I asked him how he had managed to find me again, though I was glad to see him. He said that, considering as we were married now, he thought we should to to Disneyworld together. I said that was fine, and that he should maybe buy me something, like a bracelet. He agreed, and we went into this store on Main Street and he bought me a bracelet. As the cashier was ringing him up, he realized that he had also accidentally bought me a hairpin. He picked it up and said that he had better return it. Here I became upset with him and said that I liked the hairpin and wanted to keep it. It was brass, with a little monkey on top of it. The monkey was wearing a little brass fez. Jeremy began to hand it over to the cashier, as if he were testing me for a reaction. I got completely scared and yelled, "You can't give it back! I love monkeys!"

And then I woke up.

Tonight I went to Meghan's HMEA show in Wading River. She looked beautiful and seemed like she was having fun up there in her chorus. She's an alto, though she would rather be a soprano because she thinks they're thought of as better singers. I have to tell her that, when I was soprano in high school, our chorus teacher thought the world of altos, and called the sopranos "the stupid daffodils." Still, chorus was one of the only classes I liked. I sat next to

sachertorte, who was always nice to me and we always used to chat before class started.

I feel sort of down today an I'm not sure why. I think I'm worried about Pendragon, partly. And the usual other things.