Olympic coincidence
I don't think I spelled that right, but I think I may leave it as is, because this spellchecker is so bad, it never seems to know what I am trying to say and suggests totally different words. Or perhaps it is just that I am that bad at spelling. ..... But the damn thing doesn't even know 'moby'. Really! The instant hot water dispenser spigot on the sink broke the other day and we got it replaced, thank you home warranty! But now I know that the water is not filtered, and it gives me the heebee geebies.
I had all these ideas in my head that I was going to write about, and now it's all gone, poof, into the ether. It all seems so stupid and whinny and useless. And now the whining really begins. metawhining. Complaining about my lack of stoicism. Just do it, say the nike ads. How terrible is it when advertising has to tell you to get off your damn ass.
A day or so ago I had read about using dragons in magic, and making a small talisman to keep in your pocket. I thought about that a lot, and really liked it. The little boy was born in the year of the dragon, and the husband collects dragon figurines, and we all like that sort of thing very much. I thought, wow, what a neat thing, maybe I should look into that, invite a dragon into my life, maybe it would help motivate me, an internal source of strength that would still be external really, and I would more than likely respect it more than I do anything that comes from me.
well last night I had a dream, a painfully scary dream! I was attacked by a dragon that I couldn't exactly see, it was covered in smoke and steam, sort of like the cherubim from A Wind in the Door. Wings, feathers, bright hard eyes glittering. It plunged two hands into my back near my shoulderblades, it's fingers going deep into me. It hurt so much! I woke up from it and lay very still. I noticed that there was something very warm and with a rapid heartbeat laying on my right side. That's usually where the little boy comes in at night to cuddle, so I told myself, it's just him, it's just him. But it so wasn't. My shoulders ached so much I couldn't move, so I just lay there, terrified, seeing a dragon coiled in my bed. Green, maybe red? The eyes were yellow, but not mean. They seemed to find this all very amusing.
today my shoulders feel like I have been lifting weights, and I keep thinking about wings. I don't think this was a bad dream, really. Not like it felt when it was happening. Somehow it feels important. I so rarely remember my dreams anymore, it's so sad. This is the first dream in a long time that has made such an impact on me. I want so much to talk to someone about it, but I don't think I should. I think I'll look more into this dragon magic business tho.
alright, I am supposed to be looking for old fashioned maps of the sea, the kind that have 'here there be monsters' written on them so that we can make a map for our Pirates of the crimson coast game.
I had all these ideas in my head that I was going to write about, and now it's all gone, poof, into the ether. It all seems so stupid and whinny and useless. And now the whining really begins. metawhining. Complaining about my lack of stoicism. Just do it, say the nike ads. How terrible is it when advertising has to tell you to get off your damn ass.
A day or so ago I had read about using dragons in magic, and making a small talisman to keep in your pocket. I thought about that a lot, and really liked it. The little boy was born in the year of the dragon, and the husband collects dragon figurines, and we all like that sort of thing very much. I thought, wow, what a neat thing, maybe I should look into that, invite a dragon into my life, maybe it would help motivate me, an internal source of strength that would still be external really, and I would more than likely respect it more than I do anything that comes from me.
well last night I had a dream, a painfully scary dream! I was attacked by a dragon that I couldn't exactly see, it was covered in smoke and steam, sort of like the cherubim from A Wind in the Door. Wings, feathers, bright hard eyes glittering. It plunged two hands into my back near my shoulderblades, it's fingers going deep into me. It hurt so much! I woke up from it and lay very still. I noticed that there was something very warm and with a rapid heartbeat laying on my right side. That's usually where the little boy comes in at night to cuddle, so I told myself, it's just him, it's just him. But it so wasn't. My shoulders ached so much I couldn't move, so I just lay there, terrified, seeing a dragon coiled in my bed. Green, maybe red? The eyes were yellow, but not mean. They seemed to find this all very amusing.
today my shoulders feel like I have been lifting weights, and I keep thinking about wings. I don't think this was a bad dream, really. Not like it felt when it was happening. Somehow it feels important. I so rarely remember my dreams anymore, it's so sad. This is the first dream in a long time that has made such an impact on me. I want so much to talk to someone about it, but I don't think I should. I think I'll look more into this dragon magic business tho.
alright, I am supposed to be looking for old fashioned maps of the sea, the kind that have 'here there be monsters' written on them so that we can make a map for our Pirates of the crimson coast game.
posted by roccermom at 10:58 AM
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