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| 05.21.04 (5:01 pm) [edit] |
I missed you. Did you miss me?
Stuck in the Middle with You
Here I am, baby. Come on take me. Take me by the hand. Here I am, baby. Come on take me. Take me as I am.
Weird dream lastnight. Haven't had one of those in a while. I blame the large lump on my head (no, I am not refering to my nose). Before going to bed lastnight I decided to check my email and surf the web for a bit. Tblog was still down so I didn't stay on long. Just as I was logging off I leaned back in my chair. It's one of those office chairs on casters. Well, I leaned back too far and the wheels slipped forward hurling me back into the glass windows of my sliding doors. There was a two second pause where everything seemed to stand still and I thought for a minute I could regain my balance but alas, I hit the back of my head and bruised my legs on the arms on the chair. I was afraid that I would break the glass with my rather large and tough head but I didn't.
Glass door 1 - Nat's head 0.
I had a royal headache and I had to strap an ice-pack on my left thigh to reduce the swelling. I took some vicodin I had left over from the time I fell off a chair changing the batteries in my smoke detector. Yes, I am that clumsy. Anyway, my dream was weird. It started out with me in surgery. There were all these doctors and nurses running about frantically. Then I realized that I was the patient. Someone said, "We can't stop the bleeding." Then someone else said, "She's coding."
I watched in horror as they tried to revive me to no avail. I remember thinking to myself "Oh shit! I forgot to pay the cable bill." Apparently, I wanted to die with a perfect credit rating. I watched as they wheeled me out to the morgue, placed me on a cold metal slab and slid me into the "big fridge". It was dark and I was scared. I began to wonder "Where are the angels? Why am I still here?"
Suddenly, a light appeared by my feet and I had enough space to stand up. The light got bigger and brighter then changed colors. First it was bright yellow, then green, then blue, then purple and finally red. The light swallowed me up and I found myself standing on a gigantic red rose blossom. I was hardly the size of a petal. Then I heard this buzzing noise behind me. When I turned to look, I saw I gigantic bee staring at me. I screamed and crouched down to me knees.
"It's alright, Little One. I'm here to take you home."
I stared at the bee in disbelief. I could see in it's eyes that it wanted me to climb on it's back. I did and just like that it took off into the air. We rushed passed so many plants and flowers and the world just seemed like one big green carpet with the occasional speckle of red, yellow and violet.
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. In my drugged up state, I half-expected it to be Eric Bana, calling to complain about my characterization of him as a heavy-drinking Australian sexaholic. I wish. Turned out to be bloody AT&T wanting to know if I'd like to switch my local phone service. Would love to have found out where the bee would have taken me.
UGH! My headache is back. Damn vicodin has worn off.
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posted by: PiMpInPiNk (reply)
post date: 05.21.04 (2:16 pm)
omg thats a weird dream
Lol maybe you died and it was taken yuh to heaven or w/e hehe
posted by: kwurk (reply)
post date: 05.22.04 (12:36 am)
he might have taken you to the letter f, where a buzz becomes a moo.
did the bee do the waggle dance?
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 05.22.04 (9:50 am)
Reply to: kwurk
I don't believe he showed me all his moves. Can you describe the waggle dance? Hehehe.
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 05.22.04 (10:27 am)
Reply to: KRAZEDONE
Thanks Krazed! I love it when you SCREAM AT ME!! Hehehe. It's the reason why I right. I felt very sleepy after I hit my head and the bicodin didn't help.
posted by: kwurk (reply)
post date: 05.22.04 (12:25 pm)
Reply to: dangerkitty
Bees signal to each other over distances by dancing. Each dance move means something, what, i dont know because i am a crap dancer, but i bet it has something to do with flowers :~}
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