5.25.00 - 20:18:23
Just one more day until Las Vegas. I had a dream last night that I was in a crowded casino and some stranger yelled, "PINCH," like I say it when I say that name in my head--sort of shouting, sort of laughing. Often sounding like "Peeaanch!"
I turned and several people were giggling, but not in a good way. I tried to explain to those nearest me, many of whom were snickering, "Really, I put up pictures on the web site that look better than I really do. People who know me KNOW I don't look like that." They saw me. They knew better. They continued to laugh at me. Hard.
I would have woken up feeling sick, but at some point in the dream, a nice boy with blond curly hair took my hand and said, "Don't bother with them, they aren't real," led me outside and sang me a pretty song. I wish I could remember it.
I've dreamt of this boy with curly blond hair about five times now. Each time, he saves me from an unpleasant situation. In the dreams, I always wind up feeling very grateful for him and wondering why on earth he's helping me.
Maybe I'll meet him in Vegas.
Have a nice weekend and I'll type at you when I return. I'm bringing the camera and a spiral bound notebook to record the dorkier things that happen. You won't be disappointed.
xoxo,
Pinch
P.S. If I die on the plane or of dehydration, have an internet funeral for me. Do it up like JournalProm. But for the love of God, call it something more fun than JournalFuneral. Drink some beer, write some funny things and get on with living your life knowing that every day could be your last on this sweet earth.
