It has come to my attention that a link in one of my archived posts is not working. It's the link to the scientific American article about ghosts supernatural experience. They moved the article here: http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?articleID=00079AC8-53A5-1E40-89E0809EC588EEDF&pageNumber=1&catID=2
Sunday, July 06, 2003
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
progressive.
thats what i am.
i think humanity can take itself so far if we only get the chance to do right by each other and ourselves,
but first and foremost we MUST do right by each other.
even in the consitution it says that the purpose of the constitution is, in part, to promote the general welfare of its citizens. america is going backwards. those social programs and rights that we, the american people, have fought so hard for in the past are now being snatched away by this christo-fanatic right wing government that bought its way into office.
i find it so disturbing
i mean, do they REALLY represent the majority? if so, the future of human kind is not looking very promising.
thats what i am.
i think humanity can take itself so far if we only get the chance to do right by each other and ourselves,
but first and foremost we MUST do right by each other.
even in the consitution it says that the purpose of the constitution is, in part, to promote the general welfare of its citizens. america is going backwards. those social programs and rights that we, the american people, have fought so hard for in the past are now being snatched away by this christo-fanatic right wing government that bought its way into office.
i find it so disturbing
i mean, do they REALLY represent the majority? if so, the future of human kind is not looking very promising.
Friday, May 30, 2003
OH. MY. I cant belive this is real. It's really real. This is happening, right now. Our civil liberties are being stripped away as our economy goes down the shitter. The national debt is going up, as well as unemployment, and the money lining the pockets of our leaders, who also happen to be coroporate heads and/or in corporate beds. The rich getting richer, the poor and needy get less and less. Meanwhile, the corporations are also busy destroying our enviroment while the government destroys our relations with other countries and our national security. The kicker? Most Amercians don't give a shit! They are too busy watching reality (HA!!) television, eating Mcdonalds, attempting to mate, and sleeping through their empty lives to be bothered with the thought.
This is so sick.
This is so sick.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
On Friday night, as I was driving on my scooter to Menche’s house, I was hit by a station wagon. At the intersection of 33rd and NE Sandy, I was going straight, the car that hit me was facing me, going the opposite direction, and she made a left turn directly into me. The car hit right under where I sit. A few inches forward and I would probably still be in the hospital. My scooter fell on its right side, my left leg caught under it, and we slid a few feet. As I was trying to push the heaviest part of my scooter off my leg to free myself, a woman came running up and lifted my bike off of me. A man arrived immediately after and they both helped me to the side of the road. I thought the woman helping me was the person who hit me, but she wasn’t – she had however seen the entire accident. The man called 911 and the woman helped me get comfortable. My ankle was badly burned by the asphalt, and there was a possibility it was broken. MY left hand was tingling, and my arm felt pretty weird from my elbow to my fingertips. I think that I caught much of my weight on my left arm when I hit the ground. As we were waiting for the police and ambulance, the woman who hit me started to drive off! She came back though and parked on the side of the road. She didn’t come over until well after the police arrived, and immediately went up to the officer and said it wasn’t her fault. He told her that he didn’t care to hear who’s fault it was, he was here to get insurance information. As I sat on the concrete sidewalk, my scooter leaning against a telephone pole, I thought about riding again and felt none of the pleasure it used to bring me, I felt only fear. I loved riding my scooter, but I don’t think I will again. I called Timothy and told him I had been hit. I asked him to call Menche and have him take me to the hospital. I did not want to have to pay for an ambulance ride in case I end up being the one to pay for the medical bills. I have never previously been in an accident and was not positive who would be paying for the medical. Ambulances are expensive, and I do not have health insurance. The medics stuffed a cardboard splint with paper, then taped it to my leg. They carried me to Menches truck, which my scooter had already been loaded into. I looked into the back at my scooter and realized it is probably totaled.
I really do not know how the lady didn’t see me. I am paranoid about being hit, so wear an orange vest with yellow reflective strips. I was facing her, with my headlight shining in her direction. The scooter has plenty of reflectors, and I also put extra reflective tape along the sides of the floor. She still somehow didn’t see me and turned right into me! IF she had been watching in the direction she was driving the car, she should have seen me RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! If she wasn’t watching where she was driving the car, she shouldn’t be behind the wheel.
Menche took me to OHSU because it is close to my apartment and I figured I would probably need a cab to get home. They took me in and put me on a bed in a room. I waited, and waited, and waited. A doctor came in and asked what happened, I told him. He asked if I wanted any pain pills. I said no thanks. He left without cleaning or putting ointment on my wound. I waited some more. Another doctor came in, poked and prodded me, said it didn’t look broken but we would get x-rays just to be sure. I waited some more, gradually was taken to the x-ray room, then taken back to my room after the x-rays were taken. There I waited some more. Then waited a little bit longer. Eventually the doctor came in and said he checked the x-rays and it looked okay, but we needed to wait for the official word from the radiologist. He left and I waited some more. Eventually some nurses came in, and a student nurse cleaned and dressed my wound. Then they checked me out. My ankle was pretty painful to walk on, so they gave me some crutches. I didn’t get out of the hospital until around midnight. To get home, I had to call a cab. On the way home, I was telling the cabbie about the vest that I wear while riding and he asked if I ride with a partner. I said yes as Tim and I are often riding together, and he said he sees us all the time riding around on our scooters and has often thought that we are smart for wearing those bright reflective vests.
The next morning, the husband of the lady who hit me called. He said he wanted to make sure I was okay, and he has kids my age so was pretty worried when his wife told him there’d been an accident and a 22 year old woman was hurt. I wasn’t really sure what to say, but talked to him for a little while. He wants to take Tim and I out for coffee or dinner or something. That would be pretty uncomfortable I think.
Around about noon on Saturday, my muscles started to get sore. They got worse and worse, and by the end of the day, every muscle in my body ached. It even hurt to cough and sneeze. I felt like my whole body had just been pummeled. The pain increased until I went to bed that night.
The next morning when I woke, I was so stiff and sore I could barely move. The hot shower felt great, and helped loosen me up quite a bit. We went to Menche’s house for another day of yard sale-ing. Guess who showed up? Yeup, the lady who hit me. She didn’t recognize me, and I didn’t say anything. What could I possibly say? “Thanks for running over me Friday night?” I was pretty sore all day, though towards the end of the night my legs and arms were starting to feel better.
On Mondays, usually I go riding with my mom. I was unable to go riding on Monday because my ankle is too stiff and weak. I didn’t think it was a good idea to be putting that much pressure on my ankle so soon after what happened anyhow, not to mention the fact that walking is still rather painful. Besides my ankle, my back and sides are still so sore that I wouldn’t want to be over exerting myself on horseback. It takes a lot of muscles to really ride, rather than just be a passive passenger sitting on a horse. I spent the day taking care of this accident business. I had to go file a report at the DMV, as well as get in touch with a lawyer and my insurance agent. I also gave a statement to my insurance company. I found out that the woman who hit me filed a claim against my insurance company, saying that my lights weren’t on and that I was in dark clothes. I guess she forgot there were a couple witnesses as well as some police officers that arrived on the scene. Not to mention the fact that the lights on Yamaha Vinos cannot be turned off (they turn on and off with the engine). Of course, I also was wearing my bright orange vest with yellow reflective tape, which I absolutely never ride without. The witnesses and police officer even commented on the vest! I cant believe the nerve of this woman. First she runs over me, then she tries to pin the blame on me. Next thing you know she’ll be asking to come over and pour salt on my slowly healing asphalt burn.
Well, I am finishing this up on Tuesday, after starting it on Monday. I am still sore today, and my back, neck, and shoulders in particular. Timothy gave me a massage around noon because my neck and shoulder are extremely knotted. My neck feels constantly like it needs to pop, and sometimes when I turn my head to the left, it cracks loudly. The left side of my neck muscles seem really stiff, in addition to the tightness on the right side of my neck and shoulder. Every muscle in my back, upper back in particular, and my sides, are still aching. It really does suck. I was feeling so good before the accident. I had been doing a lot of jogging with my boyfriend (in fact was looking forward to jogging on Friday night, but of course that never happened), my back and shoulders were feeling good, and my endurance was also really kicking into gear – the last time I jogged, I did about a mile and a half!
I really do not know how the lady didn’t see me. I am paranoid about being hit, so wear an orange vest with yellow reflective strips. I was facing her, with my headlight shining in her direction. The scooter has plenty of reflectors, and I also put extra reflective tape along the sides of the floor. She still somehow didn’t see me and turned right into me! IF she had been watching in the direction she was driving the car, she should have seen me RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! If she wasn’t watching where she was driving the car, she shouldn’t be behind the wheel.
Menche took me to OHSU because it is close to my apartment and I figured I would probably need a cab to get home. They took me in and put me on a bed in a room. I waited, and waited, and waited. A doctor came in and asked what happened, I told him. He asked if I wanted any pain pills. I said no thanks. He left without cleaning or putting ointment on my wound. I waited some more. Another doctor came in, poked and prodded me, said it didn’t look broken but we would get x-rays just to be sure. I waited some more, gradually was taken to the x-ray room, then taken back to my room after the x-rays were taken. There I waited some more. Then waited a little bit longer. Eventually the doctor came in and said he checked the x-rays and it looked okay, but we needed to wait for the official word from the radiologist. He left and I waited some more. Eventually some nurses came in, and a student nurse cleaned and dressed my wound. Then they checked me out. My ankle was pretty painful to walk on, so they gave me some crutches. I didn’t get out of the hospital until around midnight. To get home, I had to call a cab. On the way home, I was telling the cabbie about the vest that I wear while riding and he asked if I ride with a partner. I said yes as Tim and I are often riding together, and he said he sees us all the time riding around on our scooters and has often thought that we are smart for wearing those bright reflective vests.
The next morning, the husband of the lady who hit me called. He said he wanted to make sure I was okay, and he has kids my age so was pretty worried when his wife told him there’d been an accident and a 22 year old woman was hurt. I wasn’t really sure what to say, but talked to him for a little while. He wants to take Tim and I out for coffee or dinner or something. That would be pretty uncomfortable I think.
Around about noon on Saturday, my muscles started to get sore. They got worse and worse, and by the end of the day, every muscle in my body ached. It even hurt to cough and sneeze. I felt like my whole body had just been pummeled. The pain increased until I went to bed that night.
The next morning when I woke, I was so stiff and sore I could barely move. The hot shower felt great, and helped loosen me up quite a bit. We went to Menche’s house for another day of yard sale-ing. Guess who showed up? Yeup, the lady who hit me. She didn’t recognize me, and I didn’t say anything. What could I possibly say? “Thanks for running over me Friday night?” I was pretty sore all day, though towards the end of the night my legs and arms were starting to feel better.
On Mondays, usually I go riding with my mom. I was unable to go riding on Monday because my ankle is too stiff and weak. I didn’t think it was a good idea to be putting that much pressure on my ankle so soon after what happened anyhow, not to mention the fact that walking is still rather painful. Besides my ankle, my back and sides are still so sore that I wouldn’t want to be over exerting myself on horseback. It takes a lot of muscles to really ride, rather than just be a passive passenger sitting on a horse. I spent the day taking care of this accident business. I had to go file a report at the DMV, as well as get in touch with a lawyer and my insurance agent. I also gave a statement to my insurance company. I found out that the woman who hit me filed a claim against my insurance company, saying that my lights weren’t on and that I was in dark clothes. I guess she forgot there were a couple witnesses as well as some police officers that arrived on the scene. Not to mention the fact that the lights on Yamaha Vinos cannot be turned off (they turn on and off with the engine). Of course, I also was wearing my bright orange vest with yellow reflective tape, which I absolutely never ride without. The witnesses and police officer even commented on the vest! I cant believe the nerve of this woman. First she runs over me, then she tries to pin the blame on me. Next thing you know she’ll be asking to come over and pour salt on my slowly healing asphalt burn.
Well, I am finishing this up on Tuesday, after starting it on Monday. I am still sore today, and my back, neck, and shoulders in particular. Timothy gave me a massage around noon because my neck and shoulder are extremely knotted. My neck feels constantly like it needs to pop, and sometimes when I turn my head to the left, it cracks loudly. The left side of my neck muscles seem really stiff, in addition to the tightness on the right side of my neck and shoulder. Every muscle in my back, upper back in particular, and my sides, are still aching. It really does suck. I was feeling so good before the accident. I had been doing a lot of jogging with my boyfriend (in fact was looking forward to jogging on Friday night, but of course that never happened), my back and shoulders were feeling good, and my endurance was also really kicking into gear – the last time I jogged, I did about a mile and a half!
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
ill start off from where I remember the dream from,
since starting from anytime before that is just
impossible.
So Tim and I are walking and scooting around Portland
neighborhoods. Im not wearing my scooter helmet, I am
wearing my horse riding helemt. We come upon a
miniature horse stud, tied near the sidewalk. We stop
and I pet him. He's adorable, dark chocolate brown
with some white overo markings. His owner, some
younger man, comes out and starts bitching that we are
going to give his little stud some disease by petting
him. I pointed out that if he doesnt want people
stopping and petting the little horse, he shouldnt tie
him on the sidewalk, and we leave. We come up to a
house, a white house with a door set below the sidewalk
so that you have to go down 5 stairs to reach it. On
either side of the stairs, thick vegetation darkens and
quiets the light and noise from the street, it is like
walking into another world. There are white columns at
either side of the entrance,creating a sort of covered
porch area, and the door itself is made of oak and
glass, with full length windows on either side. We
rush down the stairs and peek in - there is some kind
of an entrance hall made of white marble, with a curved
white marble starcase set back about 10 feet from the
door. Inside there is a man (who turns and looks at
us) talking to 3 adults and 1 child. I want to sing
and listen to my voice echo through the marble halls.
I reach for the door handle, realize Im about to walk
into someones home without permission, and turn away.
We keep wandering the city until we go into our home to
go to bed. I wake up and am hot, so go into the
bathroom and run a cold shower. As the cold water
rushes over my overheated body, I hear someone come in.
I open the shower curtain and my ex boyfriends mom
(Karen) is standing there. She asks why I am taking a
shower at 2 in the morning. I explain. She leaves.
Suddenly, Tim and I are in Vancouver BC with Audrye
Horn (of twin peaks). Her father Ben Horn is after us
- he wants to kill us because he had picked out some
music that he wanted Audrey to sing to, and she hated
it so brought it to timothy, who mastered it. So, Mr.
Horn catches Audrey and I and I am trying to plot our
escape, when in comes Mr. Horn demanding to know where
to find Timothy. He plays the two cd's he has, and
asks what the difference is. Audrey points out that
one is mastered, Ben says "A-HA!! TO THE STUDIO!! WE
WILL FIND HIM THERE!" Im going shit shit shit we gotta
get outta here and save timothy, audrey why the fuck
did you blab!!! we manage our daring escape out the
window and we are running through downtown Vancouver to get to Tims studio and warn him before mr. horn.
Unfortuantely, we all arrive at the same time and are
caught again. We are taken back to Ben Horns building,
timothy included. Audrey and I are once again
plotting to escape while timothy is being interrogated.
When the "guard" brings timothy back into the room
with us, we surprise him, hit him over the head, and
make a run for it. As we are running through downtown
again, making many left and right turns, trying to lose
our pursuers, Karen hands timothy a post it note with
instructions on where to go, she will help us escape.
He sticks it in his pocket, and, thinking we had lost
the pursuers, we slow to a walk. Suddenyl we see them
behind us, and we jump behind some bushes to hide, but
they had spotted us and quickly caught us. They take
us back to the building. This time we escape, we are
all alone with mr. horn, audrey hits him inthe head
repeatedly with a shovel. "I think hes dead" she said.
"I hated him anyways. Prick." We are once again
running, knowing now that we have killed the boss man,
they will be even more desperate to find us. Timothy
looks at the post it notekaren gave him last time we
escaped. we have one day to get on some kind of ferry,
and get to another country, where we will then find our
way to the meeting place and she will get us out of
there. Unfortunately, as we were riding on the ferry,
an announcement was made to "keep an eye out for a
young Englishman (we were on a boat full of irishmen),
mid twenties. This was timothy. timothy didnt hear
this announcement, however, I did and set out to find
him and warn him to stay in hiding. timothy was in a
rec room sort of area, with couches and video games and
a jukebox. Demons walk in and start shooting up the
place, throwing people around, looking for the
englishman, which of course they couldnt tell until
they heard the accent. The boat docks, Audrey is
caught by the demons. Timothy and I, who are now the
same person, go running down the ramp full speed ahead,
demons following. too bad we dont have any sort of
vehicle to get away in. We spy some motorcycles and
are considering just taking one, when up drives a light
blue vintage mini car ( I think it was a prinz)with a blonde driving. She tells tim/me to hop in and we do so, speeding away, demons on motorcycles hot on our tail. She starts talking to us, explaining where we will be going, and starts singing "are you the one that Ive been waiting for" in nick
caves voice, backed by the bad seeds. This being my
alarm, I am gradually and reluctantly brought back to
reality.
since starting from anytime before that is just
impossible.
So Tim and I are walking and scooting around Portland
neighborhoods. Im not wearing my scooter helmet, I am
wearing my horse riding helemt. We come upon a
miniature horse stud, tied near the sidewalk. We stop
and I pet him. He's adorable, dark chocolate brown
with some white overo markings. His owner, some
younger man, comes out and starts bitching that we are
going to give his little stud some disease by petting
him. I pointed out that if he doesnt want people
stopping and petting the little horse, he shouldnt tie
him on the sidewalk, and we leave. We come up to a
house, a white house with a door set below the sidewalk
so that you have to go down 5 stairs to reach it. On
either side of the stairs, thick vegetation darkens and
quiets the light and noise from the street, it is like
walking into another world. There are white columns at
either side of the entrance,creating a sort of covered
porch area, and the door itself is made of oak and
glass, with full length windows on either side. We
rush down the stairs and peek in - there is some kind
of an entrance hall made of white marble, with a curved
white marble starcase set back about 10 feet from the
door. Inside there is a man (who turns and looks at
us) talking to 3 adults and 1 child. I want to sing
and listen to my voice echo through the marble halls.
I reach for the door handle, realize Im about to walk
into someones home without permission, and turn away.
We keep wandering the city until we go into our home to
go to bed. I wake up and am hot, so go into the
bathroom and run a cold shower. As the cold water
rushes over my overheated body, I hear someone come in.
I open the shower curtain and my ex boyfriends mom
(Karen) is standing there. She asks why I am taking a
shower at 2 in the morning. I explain. She leaves.
Suddenly, Tim and I are in Vancouver BC with Audrye
Horn (of twin peaks). Her father Ben Horn is after us
- he wants to kill us because he had picked out some
music that he wanted Audrey to sing to, and she hated
it so brought it to timothy, who mastered it. So, Mr.
Horn catches Audrey and I and I am trying to plot our
escape, when in comes Mr. Horn demanding to know where
to find Timothy. He plays the two cd's he has, and
asks what the difference is. Audrey points out that
one is mastered, Ben says "A-HA!! TO THE STUDIO!! WE
WILL FIND HIM THERE!" Im going shit shit shit we gotta
get outta here and save timothy, audrey why the fuck
did you blab!!! we manage our daring escape out the
window and we are running through downtown Vancouver to get to Tims studio and warn him before mr. horn.
Unfortuantely, we all arrive at the same time and are
caught again. We are taken back to Ben Horns building,
timothy included. Audrey and I are once again
plotting to escape while timothy is being interrogated.
When the "guard" brings timothy back into the room
with us, we surprise him, hit him over the head, and
make a run for it. As we are running through downtown
again, making many left and right turns, trying to lose
our pursuers, Karen hands timothy a post it note with
instructions on where to go, she will help us escape.
He sticks it in his pocket, and, thinking we had lost
the pursuers, we slow to a walk. Suddenyl we see them
behind us, and we jump behind some bushes to hide, but
they had spotted us and quickly caught us. They take
us back to the building. This time we escape, we are
all alone with mr. horn, audrey hits him inthe head
repeatedly with a shovel. "I think hes dead" she said.
"I hated him anyways. Prick." We are once again
running, knowing now that we have killed the boss man,
they will be even more desperate to find us. Timothy
looks at the post it notekaren gave him last time we
escaped. we have one day to get on some kind of ferry,
and get to another country, where we will then find our
way to the meeting place and she will get us out of
there. Unfortunately, as we were riding on the ferry,
an announcement was made to "keep an eye out for a
young Englishman (we were on a boat full of irishmen),
mid twenties. This was timothy. timothy didnt hear
this announcement, however, I did and set out to find
him and warn him to stay in hiding. timothy was in a
rec room sort of area, with couches and video games and
a jukebox. Demons walk in and start shooting up the
place, throwing people around, looking for the
englishman, which of course they couldnt tell until
they heard the accent. The boat docks, Audrey is
caught by the demons. Timothy and I, who are now the
same person, go running down the ramp full speed ahead,
demons following. too bad we dont have any sort of
vehicle to get away in. We spy some motorcycles and
are considering just taking one, when up drives a light
blue vintage mini car ( I think it was a prinz)with a blonde driving. She tells tim/me to hop in and we do so, speeding away, demons on motorcycles hot on our tail. She starts talking to us, explaining where we will be going, and starts singing "are you the one that Ive been waiting for" in nick
caves voice, backed by the bad seeds. This being my
alarm, I am gradually and reluctantly brought back to
reality.
Thursday, April 17, 2003
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Dreams are wierd. Sometimes I feel like I live another life in my dreams. They are so vivid and real. When they are bad, it is absolutely terrifying. I remember them too. Remember them really well, so well that sometimes I am not sure if I am remembering something that happened in a dream or it i am remembering somethign that really happened. I can remember dreams from a long time ago. I can remember two dreams from when I was about 8 years old and lived in a yellow, 1970's , manufactured home on the property that my mom still owns. The first, which actually is one of the most frightening dreams I have ever had, happened 9oddly enough) when we were on a camping trip. Sum up: I am older, and in love with a young Indian man. I am trying to shoot a bow and arrow, the arrow misses the target and flies around the world collecting various types of sports balls, basketball, bowling ball, soccer ball - only the round ones though - and collected also my loves head, which it severed as we were meeting at the top of a fence to share a kiss. The arrow kep tflying, and eventually landed on the counter in the bathroom of that old manufactured home. The bathroom right across from my bedroom. The bathroom that was lit only by a bare bulb in the ceiling and a had broken shower, hidden behind a curtain that only moved when my siblings and I werent looking. ok so it doesnt sound so terribly frightening now, but it was a disturbing dream for an 8 year old. I refused to go in that bathroom for 3 days, when my mom and stepdad got tired of me constantly walking through their bedroom to use theirs, locked me out, and told me to go use the other one. I finally had to go so bad that I did it. The other dream wasnt as frightening, it just made me hide under my blankets. The old manufacutred home was a haunted house on top of a hill and there were skeletons guarding my bed, making sure that I didnt leave. I woke up terrified and hid unde the blankets until I finally got up the courage to check so that I could go back to sleep. I peeked out, and to my relief, saw no skeletons guarding my bed. However, I still hid under the blanket to fall back to sleep, just in case.
So, night before last I dreamed of being in a high rise apt with timothy, which was in the building where he worked, which was owned by the company he worked for. the apt was on the 11th floor. something happened, im not really sure exactly what, though i do remember a mad flight up to the 11th floor, and somehow packing all of our belongings in 2 hours, and taking it all with us. thats pretty much all i remember from that one.
Its wierd, when I think about the dreams that I have had and try to remember them, I get flashes of various dreams that ive had in the last 10 years. I could fill a book. This keyuboard is dribing my fruit loops.
So, night before last I dreamed of being in a high rise apt with timothy, which was in the building where he worked, which was owned by the company he worked for. the apt was on the 11th floor. something happened, im not really sure exactly what, though i do remember a mad flight up to the 11th floor, and somehow packing all of our belongings in 2 hours, and taking it all with us. thats pretty much all i remember from that one.
Its wierd, when I think about the dreams that I have had and try to remember them, I get flashes of various dreams that ive had in the last 10 years. I could fill a book. This keyuboard is dribing my fruit loops.
ive got quite a few things to write about, which I have not had time to. ill get to it eventually. hopefully.
Last nights dream was quite odd. I do not remember all of it, but what I do remember is this: I am arriving at the Lloyd Center mall, in an old pickup truck. I go in and am immediately lost as this mall is immense and maze-like, including sections cordoned off by plastic sheets draping and folding like a theater curtain so that you must search for the opening in the folds. Suddenly I am walking down a wide corrider, much like a barn, and emerge in the ice rink, which is an ice rink no more. It has been filled with dirt and is a gigantic riding arena. Horses are veering left and right in circles and figure eights, and a chestnut arab canters past me. I think "oooh nice arab!" I keep watching the show, which is actually just the warm up arena for the show, which will come later. Warmbloods of all breeds are doing the advanced movements of dressage - here an Oldenburg, there a Lippizaner. I see enter the arena on foot, the young woman whom had been riding the chestnut arab. I recognize her by her orange-red hair and her XXL cotton puffy white and neon orange football team fan coat. I walk up to her to compliment her on her horse, and she denied, in a rather rude way, being the rider of the horse. I shrug, guess I was wrong. In the distance I see the chestnut arab cantering. I try to find an exit to the arena, to enter the main mall area(s) to find the dance store where I could purchase some leg warmers. An overweight teenage girl offers to help me - she knows this place like the back of her hand. Suddenly we are darting in and out of plastic sheet-theatre curtains, up down elevators and down up elevators, in search of the dance store. After wandering a while, running into various people pointing us in all diferent directions, Igrew frustrated and asked her to take me back to the exit I came in. Hard enough as it is in a normal mall, the overweight teenager showed just how well she knew the place (like the back of her hand!) and had me walking back up the down elevator and down the up elevator, into the arena, from which I could walk through the corridor and exit the mall, to climb into my old red truck, which i did. Then I woke up.
So today, I called the vital statistics office to get a copy of my "official" birth certificate (and finally found out for sure that my middle name is in fact spelled with an apostrophe at the end). Guess where they are located? 2 blocks south of the Nordstrom entrance to the Lloyd Center mall. yeah. So after I picked up a copy of my birth certificate and was walking back to the max, decided to detour to the mall. why not? I walked to the opposite end of the mall when I decided to ask someone if the dance store was still there. Some lucky lady at "Casual corner" fielded my question and swiftly pointed me in the right direction - right back where I came from, on the second floor (which is where i now was after entering on the 1st). I hate malls. So I walked all the way back to the other end of the mall, and lo and behold, there is is, in glittering silver and pink: THE DANCE STORE. I went in and bought some knee high leg warmers, in black.
Last nights dream was quite odd. I do not remember all of it, but what I do remember is this: I am arriving at the Lloyd Center mall, in an old pickup truck. I go in and am immediately lost as this mall is immense and maze-like, including sections cordoned off by plastic sheets draping and folding like a theater curtain so that you must search for the opening in the folds. Suddenly I am walking down a wide corrider, much like a barn, and emerge in the ice rink, which is an ice rink no more. It has been filled with dirt and is a gigantic riding arena. Horses are veering left and right in circles and figure eights, and a chestnut arab canters past me. I think "oooh nice arab!" I keep watching the show, which is actually just the warm up arena for the show, which will come later. Warmbloods of all breeds are doing the advanced movements of dressage - here an Oldenburg, there a Lippizaner. I see enter the arena on foot, the young woman whom had been riding the chestnut arab. I recognize her by her orange-red hair and her XXL cotton puffy white and neon orange football team fan coat. I walk up to her to compliment her on her horse, and she denied, in a rather rude way, being the rider of the horse. I shrug, guess I was wrong. In the distance I see the chestnut arab cantering. I try to find an exit to the arena, to enter the main mall area(s) to find the dance store where I could purchase some leg warmers. An overweight teenage girl offers to help me - she knows this place like the back of her hand. Suddenly we are darting in and out of plastic sheet-theatre curtains, up down elevators and down up elevators, in search of the dance store. After wandering a while, running into various people pointing us in all diferent directions, Igrew frustrated and asked her to take me back to the exit I came in. Hard enough as it is in a normal mall, the overweight teenager showed just how well she knew the place (like the back of her hand!) and had me walking back up the down elevator and down the up elevator, into the arena, from which I could walk through the corridor and exit the mall, to climb into my old red truck, which i did. Then I woke up.
So today, I called the vital statistics office to get a copy of my "official" birth certificate (and finally found out for sure that my middle name is in fact spelled with an apostrophe at the end). Guess where they are located? 2 blocks south of the Nordstrom entrance to the Lloyd Center mall. yeah. So after I picked up a copy of my birth certificate and was walking back to the max, decided to detour to the mall. why not? I walked to the opposite end of the mall when I decided to ask someone if the dance store was still there. Some lucky lady at "Casual corner" fielded my question and swiftly pointed me in the right direction - right back where I came from, on the second floor (which is where i now was after entering on the 1st). I hate malls. So I walked all the way back to the other end of the mall, and lo and behold, there is is, in glittering silver and pink: THE DANCE STORE. I went in and bought some knee high leg warmers, in black.
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