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Jun. 19th, 2004 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicThree weeks from now, M. will be married.
I had a dream where she and I were in Texas, in a hotel room that would shift from a dingy motel spot into a huge unfurnished suite with multiple bedrooms and then back again, and planning our trip across the States, drawing lines on the map with a ruler. Alaska was attached to the east coast of Canada, so that was where we were headed; Maine was right next to Texas, so Cimino, Maine, was where we were headed first. It was ridiculously hot and I had nothing but thick jeans and sweaters to wear; butch hitch-hiker girls kept stealing cigarette lighters from both of us; people I didn't know kept showing up in front of the mirror in our room to try on a pair of light purple leather pants. The landscape went from a Hitchcockian turn in the road to a road movie to a desert in Australia and then back again, and there were lots of trucks around.
In another dream, I was a boy in too large boots and in prison and my cell was so small I couldn't breathe, but luckily they let me out to visit the people in the attic, periodically; and then there was a fight about icons on my friendslist, and I really wanted to chime in just to say, dude, your icons are exactly identical, except for the slightly different background colours.
I'm bored, I need a tv.
I had a dream where she and I were in Texas, in a hotel room that would shift from a dingy motel spot into a huge unfurnished suite with multiple bedrooms and then back again, and planning our trip across the States, drawing lines on the map with a ruler. Alaska was attached to the east coast of Canada, so that was where we were headed; Maine was right next to Texas, so Cimino, Maine, was where we were headed first. It was ridiculously hot and I had nothing but thick jeans and sweaters to wear; butch hitch-hiker girls kept stealing cigarette lighters from both of us; people I didn't know kept showing up in front of the mirror in our room to try on a pair of light purple leather pants. The landscape went from a Hitchcockian turn in the road to a road movie to a desert in Australia and then back again, and there were lots of trucks around.
In another dream, I was a boy in too large boots and in prison and my cell was so small I couldn't breathe, but luckily they let me out to visit the people in the attic, periodically; and then there was a fight about icons on my friendslist, and I really wanted to chime in just to say, dude, your icons are exactly identical, except for the slightly different background colours.
I'm bored, I need a tv.
