snapes_mistress | Nightmares and dreamscapes...

Why is it that anytime I'm having a really good dream, (you know, the ones where I'm making out with Johnny Depp, or wrestling with a baby oil-covered Anthony Keidis...) I can't remember the details upon waking... yet when I have a horrible dream, it sticks in my head in detail all day?

I woke up around 6 this morning, crying. Literally, my pillow was wet and my eyes were teary. After a few seconds of just-woken-up grogginess, I thought, "Thank GOD that was only a dream." I was dreaming that I had just arrived back home in the States, and my family had gathered for a welcome-back BBQ. My aunt and uncle showed up with my two young cousins, Carly and Taylor. (I used to nanny for them when they were small, and I seriously love those girls like crazy. They are 10 and 6 now, and are the only people I ever get homesick for.) But something was wrong; Carly's eyes were all clouded over, as if she had cataracts. My aunt told me she'd had a weird reaction to Benadryl, and it had caused her to go blind. Carly was trying to ride her bike down our walkway, and her dad had to follow behind so she wouldn't get hurt. I kept forgetting she was blind, and trying to beckon to her or get her attention. Then it finally sank in, and I sat down on the front porch steps and bawled like crazy.

I've had worse dreams, even dreamed before that I had watched Taylor fall from climbing on furniture and die. But for some reason, this dream disturbed me more than any other I've ever had. I've never woken up crying before. I stayed awake for quite some time... got a drink, sat up and read for a while to get my bearings. Then I went back to sleep and had weird dreams about my granny being completely senile. (She's getting a bit forgetful these days, but so far isn't anywhere near being senile in the Alzheimers sense or anything.) So that was really disturbing too.

All day I've not been able to shake the creepy feeling. I kind of don't want to go to sleep tonight... I mean, what's next?

Johnny, where are you when I need you??? Ha ha. ;)

So to kill time I've made a list of things to check out in London tomorrow. Secondhand and vintage clothing stores, bookshops, stuff like that. I've got a little money saved up to buy some clothes with, so hopefully I'll find a deal or two. Oh and I'm gonna go to the Portobello Road Market too. (And keep an eye out for the elusive Mr. Rickman, of course... he's been spotted buying his veggies there from time to time...)

And, in honor of my date at the Tate Modern tomorrow, (I was gonna just say my date at the Tate, but that was just too cute,) I'm using my Warhol-Marilyn icon. :D Ooh, you know what, I'll buy a postcard for all my friends back home while I'm there, so you guys watch the mail.