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.

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

2 comments:

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.