Monday, December 12, 2005
"Like the moon and the stars and the sun...
...Well we all shine on."
John Lennon, Instant Karma
I had the weirdest dream last night.
Well, I actually had a few weird ones, but one stayed with me for most of the day.
I had the sensation of falling backwards - as in, full body being dropped backwards - and could feel my back hit something hard and cold with a loud CRACK, break through that (another loud CRACK) and then hit another hard and cold piece and then break through that...
Then the back of my body (back of my head, neck, back, arms, legs) felt ice cold and wet - and the feeling of cold water started moving from my back to around my sides....
And as I realized that I had fallen backwards through several layers of ice and then landed in the frigid water below the surface, I looked up through the darkness and noticed a jagged hole way above me (the surface of the ice), with several people looking down at me helplessly, calling to me, mouthes wide open, etc.
I only remember two of the people: one was Jacqui, the other was WB. The rest kind of blended into the background. And then I remember the feeling of the water consuming me - and just going with it, knowing that I had no other choice...and then I woke up.
Gotta stop eating those late night burritos, aye?
Heh. I didn't really eat any burritos. Guess I just have a lot on my mind and all....weird.
Wacky dreams aside, I had a wonderful weekend.
Me and WB hung out - and did nothing.
And you know what? Doing nothing with him is one of my favorite things to do.
I remember one of my coaches (Jerry, my ace-boom-cool mentor from
He gave me countless books, taught me to meditate, hypnotized me, etc. all in hopes of getting my brain "quiet".
Amazingly, WB is able to get me relaxed and quiet and happy without all of the hullabaloo :)
He's the best. I love him - and just love being with him, so, so, so very much.
Well, two more days and then it's time to get my face drilled.
Errrghhhh, I'm really not wanting to do this.
The pain part doesn't bother me so much...it's the idea that I have to sit there and let them carve away hunks of my face for potentially HOURS that is freaking me out.
I have the patience of a gnat. If I can't even sit through a friggin' all day meeting at work without getting up and pacing about, how the hell am I going to sit in a surgical center for this dopey procedure.
The good news is that I'll be on vacation starting Friday. Two blissful weeks without work.....ahhhhh! I'm going to hit the King Tut exhibit this weekend - assuming that I can leave the house without people gasping in fear. My doc told me that I may look bruised and swollen after the surgery....not sure if that'll be from the procedure OR if it'll be from the reconstructive part....ergghh. In any event, I think I'll mimic Samantha from that episode of Sex & The City, where she gets a bad facial treatment that leaves her face hideously red and burned. She has to attend Carrie's book signing party - and decides to "cover up" in fashion: she wears a ridiculous hat that has all this netting covering her face! Ah but the hat matches the outfit and shoes....lol. I'll have to throw something similar together, if for no other reason than to look even more ridiculous than I'd look with all the bruising and swelling!
Ok, will close with one of my fav pieces from the Tut exhibit....can't wait to see it.
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