how dreamy
i had the most mindfucking dream; i was the happiest girl who ever lived in nyc. for whatever reason, mother moved us all there & we had this molto cute apartment. there were lots of lustreless silver objects, like beams & my television. glass things hung from my ceiling. out my bedroom window i remember a little kinda messy garden with soft unmowed grass. it lay by a back street & i think there may have been a swing; how romantic. the apartment was very high in the air.. i walked into my ensuite bathroom & found it had once been like this big commune thing, built for many people. walking through there, i found a large dining hall.. lots of polished floorboards, no people around. it was all very empty & ghostly. there was then a huge open antechamber & then this room with soo many tables with sewing machines on them, cobwebs in some places. i walked outside and the terrace curved into a ship! and at the front of the ship, the 'point', you look below and there is the huuuuge love heart swimming pool i know from familiar dreams. but this time there were also pop arty ice cream things in there too (like part of the pool, made from the same fibreglass or whatever). they smelled like my little ponies, all plasticky & creamy. i accidentally saw anna & was soooooooo happy to see her; we planned to go to disneyland. i showed ray & lucy around my house. i pestered my mum for "quarters" and loved slipping them in vending machines for toys. i was so exhilarated, so happy. i remember the buildings, the boulevards, the fruit stores, the masses of people. i remember it all. michael i planned to try mutual dreaming (i've been known to dreamwalk people in the past, especially him) and we were going to meet in a mansion (i always dream of mansions) & become particularly intrigued by the colour of a cocktail. blue, like a sea. but somehow luminescent, brilliant. i ate food not too long before sleeping (first time in forever, ghastly girl) & so only remember nightmares. michael & i want to buy lucid dreaming machines. buying a 'house' for your dreams is just as important as buying a house for your life, to me. especially for one who sleeps as often as i.