Strange Dreams...
Apr. 4th, 2006 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phoenixastraeaFirst off, thanks to all for the birthday wishes; they really made my day. *smile*
Secondly, I had a lovely birthday yesterday, with my gparents coming down to take me to lunch and my honey bringing me lilies and roses and then taking me to a lovely dinner later that evening. I had a desert called 'Exotica LaBamba', which was a concoction of raspberry and mango gelato, cut in the shape of pear halves, with a white chocolate crust drizzled in dark chocolate with a whipped cream center.
Yeah, it was an orgasm in your mouth. That cake in Matrix: Reloaded had NOTHING on this desert.
Last night was capped off with a VERY strange dream. It was crystal clear when I woke up but now of course, its fuzzy. I seem to remember that I was in a Deadwood-like setting running a bar in a part of the saloon, which strangely was completely open to the sky. There was no central building, only a cluster of kiosks in the open air that formed a strange collective. My bar was over near a knarled tree. The head of the saloon was the current Director of Graduate Studies at my university, a brilliant teacher but one whose superciliousness and harsh comments have instilled fear in the most stalwart of students. At any rate, I remember being led away from my duties at the bar to talk with none other than my dear V. We had a smashing time; I only wish I can remember what we did! At any rate, I remember being reprimanded harshly by my 'boss', which made me feel awful, even though I had spent a great day with V. From that point on, everything is hazy. Strangely unsettling.
I'm sure the graduate director was in there because my thesis is due to readers in 6 days and I don't really feel adequately ready to turn it in at all. I thought I was before I got back some comments/edits by my advisor. I didn't realize that you had to walk your reader through your paper like a third grader in a fire drill line. *shrug*
Keep on truckin'. I can do it.
Secondly, I had a lovely birthday yesterday, with my gparents coming down to take me to lunch and my honey bringing me lilies and roses and then taking me to a lovely dinner later that evening. I had a desert called 'Exotica LaBamba', which was a concoction of raspberry and mango gelato, cut in the shape of pear halves, with a white chocolate crust drizzled in dark chocolate with a whipped cream center.
Yeah, it was an orgasm in your mouth. That cake in Matrix: Reloaded had NOTHING on this desert.
Last night was capped off with a VERY strange dream. It was crystal clear when I woke up but now of course, its fuzzy. I seem to remember that I was in a Deadwood-like setting running a bar in a part of the saloon, which strangely was completely open to the sky. There was no central building, only a cluster of kiosks in the open air that formed a strange collective. My bar was over near a knarled tree. The head of the saloon was the current Director of Graduate Studies at my university, a brilliant teacher but one whose superciliousness and harsh comments have instilled fear in the most stalwart of students. At any rate, I remember being led away from my duties at the bar to talk with none other than my dear V. We had a smashing time; I only wish I can remember what we did! At any rate, I remember being reprimanded harshly by my 'boss', which made me feel awful, even though I had spent a great day with V. From that point on, everything is hazy. Strangely unsettling.
I'm sure the graduate director was in there because my thesis is due to readers in 6 days and I don't really feel adequately ready to turn it in at all. I thought I was before I got back some comments/edits by my advisor. I didn't realize that you had to walk your reader through your paper like a third grader in a fire drill line. *shrug*
Keep on truckin'. I can do it.
