Saturday, June 25, 2005

In dreams begin

I had the worst dreams last night, all night long. I woke up around 2 am, feeling utterly bereft, still in that dreamscape, and couldn't shake that unreality for a long while. Then, gradually, back to sleep and more yuck. Yay sleep.

I'm not sure why I had such dreams. It'd been an ok few days. The night before: actual human contact. I met a friend and her husband at The Mudpie for drinks, though I don't drink. I saw people I know. Stunning. I don't have any friends here, anymore: the few I had left have all moved to places like Indianapolis, Tampa, Chicago, and Birmingham.

So, just stop it, ok? No more moving allowed.


Loretta Lynn's Van Lear Rose is awesome. Just thought I'd say that.


Anonymous said...

Van Lear Rose is wonderful. I especially like Little Red Shoes and High on a Mountail Top, but really there isn't a bad track. Jack White's raw guitar with her classic, sweet voice is one of those combinations that it seems no one would have thought to put together - thanks should go to Jack for his vision. I saw her win a grammy for the album. She was charming, very southern, and seemed very youthful - no where near 70 years of age (which she turned in April of this year).

I am sorry for your fitful sleep and that your friends have all moved away. Maybe it's time to make new ones?

MisanthropicAnthropoid said...

Sorry I didn't make it out for drinks. I promise will try do something soon.