#1. I was wandering through a lovely antique store, after having had brunch in a little Victorian tea room there. The walls were all white, sun was pouring in, and all the antiques were spotless on the shelves. A girl walked past me, selling flowers out of a basket. They were all so colorful and pretty that I bought them all, and tucked one in my hair.
Later, when in my dream I thought I was actually awake, I was at another antique store. I was buying a book filled with brightly colored, richly detailed postcards. When I went up to the counter to pay for it, I recognize the clerk (a friend of mine in real life). He glanced up from his old fashioned ledger, and his eyes widened. ”You! You were the girl with the Chrysanthemum in her hair!”
“What?! How did you know that?!”
“Last night, I dreamed I saw you wandering through an antique store. You were wearing a Chrysanthemum tucked behind your ear.”
He had friends who were in the shop, and they all came over to see what we were chattering about. I was beyond amazed. ”We were in eachother’s dreams last night! He dreamed the exact same detail as I did!”
And then the dream faded into the next.
#2 It is just before daybreak. I’m with a bunch of other people on the edge of a field. There is a line of trees just beyond us. There is frost on the ground, and I’m wrapped in a blanket. Suddenly, rich golden light starts to emerge on the horizon. ”There it is!” I announce, and everyone murmurs happily. We all start walking towards the tree line, where the sunlight is starting to glow and ease through the shadows. I feel an overwhelming sense of happiness.
#3I’m on a balcony in an unfamiliar place. My husband is there too. We are standing with the sliding glass door open when a crow flutters down to the railing. It starts to talk.”Knee-hi!” it says.”Did you just hear that?! The crow is talking!”“Knee-hi!” it says again, and hops around a little closer to us. I talk back and forth with it for a few minutes. I finally ask…”Where are you from?”“Ca-na-da!”I figure it is hungry, so I go into the room and come out with a piece of chicken. I toss it into the air, and the crow takes off after it… but shifts into the form of a cat when it gets it. The cat falls to the ground, but lands on it’s feet.
I’m walking through a cemetery in daylight. I’m with a couple of other women. I have no idea what we are doing there, and I don’t know who the women are. We walk past one particular section of the cemetery, and I gasp. Off to the left there are about 20 flat headstones, each one with a mannequin head on it. Bright, colorful hair is on each head. I can’t see their faces as they are looking in the opposite direction, but I take note of the hair.”I wonder why those are there?! Who would ever think to do that?” someone asked.”Maybe it is a memorial for women who succumbed to cancer,” I say. ”Maybe they lost their hair during chemo.”
1. I hate talking on the phone. In fact, I loathe it. When my cell phone rings, I have a minor panic attack… even when it is someone I’m really wanting to talk to. I instinctively have to fight the urge to let every phone call go directly to voice mail, and even then listening to the messages takes a lot of mental coaxing. I’m not sure why this is. I used to spend hours on the phone with my best friends in highschool. Of course, when I eventually do get on the phone with a friend, I always enjoy it… but it never changes the anxiety I feel the next time it rings. Even if it’s that same friend.
2. I like my own company. I can happily spend hours upon hours alone, every day. I think this is part of the reason I am so satisfied being an artist. Living in my own imagination most of the day is a wonderful thing.
3. I would rather travel to London during the rainy season, than to a tropical oasis.
4. Not a day goes by without me laughing very, very hard at something. And generally, I laugh at a lot of little things all day, even ordinary things that most people scratch their heads over. It’s not frivolous. I genuinely find most of life completely hysterical.
5. I have seen four UFO’s in my life. Once was with my husband, and he saw it too. One was just two weekends ago.
6. Ever since my father died, I see his face when I see Abraham Lincoln on a $5.00 bill. He didn’t even remotely resemble Lincoln…
7. If I could have one outrageous plastic surgery, I would have finger extensions over getting rid of wrinkles or sucking out my fat. I like my curves and my laugh lines… but I hate my stubby snausage fingers.
8. When I was young, I wanted to either be an artist, an archeologist, a race car driver, or a drummer. I still want to be all of these things.
9. When I was 12, I had a severe bicycle accident. I had to have between 50 and 100 stitches on my forehead alone. Knowing what I know now about the sensitivity of the brain, I sometimes wonder what I would have been like had I never slammed head first into the ground like that. Would my personality be different than it is now?
10. I almost failed math on all levels throughout school… barely scraping together a C in business math my senior year. However, I can easily understand the concepts and theories behind quantum physics, and some of the conversations I enjoy most are centered around the vast universe and the writings of Einstein, and Hawking.