Archive for March, 2006

B.C. bud, Bud!

Friday, March 31st, 2006

Didn’t remember this one until someone at lunch mentioned that things were growing on her porch. She meant baby vegetables and things, but the word “grow” must’ve tweaked the right neuron, because I suddenly remembered dreaming about B.C. bud, which is said to be a very strong strain of marijuana (I think; I may have […]

Bleedin’ mothers!

Wednesday, March 29th, 2006

WEIRD dream, much stranger than most I have, and not at all entertaining: My mom was in the hospital (in Hazen, go figure) and docs had done surgery for kidney cancer (I have a vivid mental image of a tiny spot of white in a corner of her kidney X-ray). When I got home that […]

Book overdose

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006

Of course it’s impossible to have such a thing — too many books — but a recent order that arrived from Edward R. Hamilton was pretty close. I’d gotten a catalog featuring nothing but remainders, all priced at $3.95 or less. Yeah, I went ape. Novels by people I’d never heard of, a few biographies […]

Night spitting

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006

Here’s a weird one… not long ago, I woke myself up laughing at a dream, and last night, I woke myself up spitting. I do remember why: I was dreaming that I had eaten a bug, and it tasted like a cross between battery acid, gym socks and anchovies. Bizarre.

High Geekdom

Wednesday, March 8th, 2006

Sigh. Ryan made me take this quiz, and I think it’s scary that I scored this high without even cheating very much.

I get by with a little help…

Saturday, March 4th, 2006

A good way to entertain my kids (and me, and get cool stuff) when they’re here is to give them Projects to Do. Since I’m mechanically declined and have an EM field that destroys anything electrical within half a mile of me, it’s not hard at all to come up with things I need that, […]

Middle-of-night dreams

Saturday, March 4th, 2006

Boy, this is so unfair. I was having such a great dream that I woke myself up laughing in the middle of the night. Of course, I can’t remember any of it now, and if I’d woken up enough to write it down, I’d not have been able to go back to sleep. But it […]

A war and a new house

Wednesday, March 1st, 2006

A lot of my dreams are about houses. Some are houses I’ve actually lived in; others are ones I’ve never seen (and that probably couldn’t exist). Some of the latter (and the former, for that matter) turn up repeatedly, often with new rooms and features. They all morph in dreams, of course, which is part […]