Wednesday, June 18, 2008
We stayed up late last night, (late for us is 11 pm) watching a B Western shot in Chatsworth, on trails I used to ride. It used to drive Dinah nuts when I'd say "I know that rock," but I saw a lot of rocks I knew last night. In this 16mm movie, (Jon's got a projector here), the vigilantes wear black hoods that look silly and scary and there's a degenerate veterinarian. Dinah starts her veterinary internship today.
Then I had one of those can't stop dreaming it nightmares. We were going on a cruise with long ago friends Frank and Rhonda.
(Back story:I recently learned that Frank had survived a shark attack while surfing in Mexico. I was told he did the three nonos of surfing in Baja: surfed early in the morning, surfed where it was deep, and surfed on a yellow board.)
Dream: The Rolling Stones were on the cruise too. The ship was gigantic-- I saw an overhead chart model of it.
But we couldn't take Molly. We had to take her to the vets. At the vets they made a mistake. They turned her into a miniature Schnauzer. "You've cloned her!" I screamed. "No, it was just an experiment", Becky explained.
So weird when you have dreams that have so many layers and details. Working overtime.
I thought recently a cafe called Ship of Fools might be nice, with everyone wearing nautical outfits and providing really poor service.