2002-01-02/ i am a spy moose.

yay for me and my happy, happy insights! wheeeeeeee!

i must must must finish my anne droid barbie. but. i sprayed it gold, and i don't like the gold. so i must remove said gold. but! how? it will take far too long with nail polish remover. damn, it. it must be silver. sILVer, i say! drat.

intermission.
all the scientists are runnin' around, looking for the monkey, but he can't be found, 'cause he's down at the park playing hockey with the kids. all the worried parents are runnin' around, looking for the children, but they can't be found, 'cause they're down at the park, playing hockey with the monkey.
and we say one! two! three! the kids love the monkey. four! five! six! the monkey's got a hockey stick. seven! eight! nine! havin' a good time, yeah.
segue.

i dreamt last night that i had a tiny child, fetus-like, and i had him in a basket, because i was doing laundry. something was happening with its arm, so i pressed on it lightly just below the shoulder. and the arm broke off. there was no blood, it was as if the baby were made of wax. and i realized it had been dead for a while, even though i had just seen it breathing. so, i put this waxy fetus-child in a little plastic tray-basket, like the ones you can get at any dollar store, put another tray on top of it, and walked out of this basement place that held the washing machine, having left the thing's arm in the machine, thinking that it would dissolve in the wash. i walked upstairs into the lobby of a very swanky hotel/apartment building, and there were people everywhere. naturally, i was nervous. i had a dead baby that i was trying to rid myself of. so i headed for the elevators, which were completely saturated with all these people. one man saw me, and seemed to know that i had a dead baby, so he was trying to run away. i smiled meekly, acting as though nothing was wrong, and walked up to an elevator and pressed a button. that elevator was full and had just gone down. so, after trying several elevators, i finally got into one with another woman who looked to be in her early thirties. she didn't seem to care about the basket in my arm, and was very nice and friendly. i didn't want her to know i was going down to the first floor, because i thought everyone knew i had this dead baby, and that i wanted to get outside to bury it; so i pressed the button for the fourteenth floor. the woman and i talked, i remaining shy and quiet, when lo and behold, the elevator broke down at floor seventeen. taking no chances that the woman might ask about my basket, i immediately put it on the floor and sat on it. and started talking in a friendly way with the woman.

somehow, i was in a sort of storage room full of old audio-visual equipment. i started looking around for a spot where i knew noone would ever look, like around a large piece of equipment noone ever used, where i could stuff the dead baby. i could never find anyplace that suited me.
i happened upon a small stack of religious tract-like books, made of dress facing. since one of my hobbies is collecting religious tracts, i looked through them, and found a lovely little bound book entitled 'adultress!'. for whatever reason, i took it with me.
somehow, i was back on the elevator, with the woman, 'adultress!' in hand. all i could think about was how i was going to be found dead, with this long-dead baby, and 'adultress!' clutched to me, and how my boyfriend (?) would think the worst, since noone knew of my fetus-baby but me.
somehow, i was on the street, sans dead baby and 'adultress!'. something was happening. a shop-type place was now open, after being closed for a long time, though the facade looked just the same. i was a vampire, and the person who owned the place was a master, and for some reason, some sort of spell or something had been broken, so he could leave it, and i could now go inside.
i really wanted someone to fuck me. (haha.)

i'll stop there. because the dream went on forever. i also ended up at the taping of a jerry springer show, the trailor park where i used to live, an imaginary playground in the middle of the pecan grove in front of our house, and my landlady's carport, where i was reunited with long-time friend of the family jamie buchman (from mad about you:D). it went on and on and on. and it made no sense.

11:49 a.m. E
kat*~