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a hairbrush and a loaf of bread ~ 2000-12-08 - 16:18:04 just waking up... I was going to go to santa fe tonight for a reading, but that's kind of up in the air at the moment. I may just spend today catching up on e-mail and stuff, doing laundry, burning off some copies of my CD. yes, I'm running low-- isn't that lovely? the gig in flagstaff was really cool, it's a great scene up there. people are hungry for it. I like the venue too, except that the people in the bar at the back talk a lot. freight trains come by about every 20 minutes too. one of them actually threw me when I was in the middle of a piece, and that doesn't usually happen. I think it was partly because it's one of the pieces I just finished memorizing, so it's not all that solid yet anyway. I'm not feeling like I have anything especially profound to say today. I woke up out of strange dreams, and that always puts me in a strange mood for the rest of the day. I don't remember much about the dream, except that at some point I was on a friend's property in boulder creek, and I was talking to a woman I know about growing sunflowers and she had a really bad attitude about it. and there was a little girl dressed up like a ladybug. and I was in a head shop looking at bongs. I often wish I could do a rewind on my dreams, fill in the gaps. so many times I'm just left with bits and pieces when I wake up. there was a time in high school when I was really wanting to remember my dreams. so anytime I was dreaming and I realized it was a dream, I would make notes of things to remember, hoping they'd remind me of what I'd been dreaming when I woke up. Like, in my dream, I'd say "okay, remember: a hairbrush, a loaf of bread." I'd try to fix all the images in my mind. when I woke up, that would be all I could remember: a hairbrush, a loaf of bread. nothing else. I'm missing people I love today.
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