My Crazy Brain

a couple of days ago i had a dream where i encountered my friend micah’s mom while walking along Boylston Street. we chatted briefly; she was in such great spirits and was thoroughly pleased to see me. and that’s about all i remember from the dream.

now, most of my dreams are extremely mundane, so a dream where i’m just walking down Boylston and happen upon someone i know wouldn’t normally be something of which i’d take notice. but it’s not that i think of micah’s mom all that often. in fact i’d say it’s safe to say i rarely think of her. and what’s a little eerie is today is the one-year anniversary of her passing. so somewhere in my subconscious i guess i remembered that and got to say hello to her in my dream.

what’s interesting is that this is not the first time i’ve had encounters with dead people in dreams. it’s only happened a handful of times but it’s always seemed the deceased person is trying to relay well-wishes or trying to let me know they’re doing okay. for instance, a number of years ago i had a dream where my grandmother took me shopping. we didn’t live in the same state, so for her to be visiting me and taking me shopping in CT was definitely a special occasion. she brought me home and while in the car she gave me a big hug, said goodbye and told me that she loved me.  when i awoke, my mother came to tell me my grandmother had passed away during the night.

i’m not normally one that believes in ghosts or paranormal activity.  or i should say, i don’t really know what i believe.  because i do think somehow my grandmother came to say goodbye to me that night.  at the same time, it could all be one big coincidence i guess.  and same with this most recent dream with micah’s mom.  it could be that somehow i was subconsciously thinking of the anniversary of her death and created this dream as a result.  what makes it more interesting is that micah sent me a message today through facebook and i can’t even recall the last time i received word from him.  it’s been at least 6 months if not longer.  so, two days ago i dreamt of his mom where she was in a wonderful mood and smiling and genuinely seemed at peace.  today marks the one year anniversary of her passing and micah thought to contact me as well.  i told him of my dream and he was very happy to hear she’s smiling wherever she may be.

again, this could all be chalked up to coincidence.  but i find it interesting and like thinking that some people maybe do try and stay in touch even after dying.

You Are Jealous

I’m going to my sister’s for the weekend. Very excited. And I get to see the ever-so-famous Lola!

ANTM night

Last night I enjoyed dinner at Joanne’s place. She made her version of chili which I LOVE. Spicy enough to make my nose run. Made with fake meat too! Delicioso. What was the occasion you ask? Why, the two-hour season premiere of America’s Next Top Model. Which we watched while sipping wine. And thank god for the wine. Otherwise I don’t think we would’ve endured the show. For those that did not watch, let me explain a little. They decided to set the first hour in this quasi-futuristic model laboratory where they supposedly churn out all these amazing models. All the while wearing these silvery, plastic jackets, horribly fitting pants and makeup that wouldn’t have looked futuristic even 30 years ago. It was just strange.

Feeling a little funny in the head, either from the wine or the show, I hopped on the 86 bus and headed home. Now, I had my headphones on (rather loudly) and stepped onto the bus and placed my “charlie card” on the reader thingy to pay my fare but for some reason the stupid thing wouldn’t work. I didn’t realize the malfunction until after I sat down and noticed the bus still sitting at the stop and that everyone on the bus was looking at me somewhat angrily. Including the bus driver. He was actually starting to raise his voice so I quickly took my wallet and headed back to the front of the bus. I placed my card on the card reader again and got an error saying the card couldn’t be read. Even though the thing worked a mere 4 hours prior. And it wasn’t a matter of not having enough money on the card to pay for the fare because I made sure to do that earlier in the evening.

Eventually, after several tries, the thing worked. All the while we stayed idling at the bus stop. So at this point the passengers are annoyed as is the bus driver. Which only caused for aggressive driving, speeding and herky-jerky starts and stops. I ended up writing (sloppily due to wine intake and herky-jerky bus ride) in my journal about the experience and how the only thing keeping me calm was listening to “Sailing” by Christopher Cross. I listened to it 5 times in a row. Yikes.

OH! Almost forgot about the lady that got on at the stop after mine. She either had a cold-cut combo sub hidden in her purse or she, herself, smelled of cured meats. And the odor was strong! It permeated throughout the whole bus. So, not only did I endure an awful ride, that was only assuaged by Christopher Cross’ smooth, clarinet-y singing style, but my olfactory nerves were assaulted by the smell of salami and roast beef.

A night to remember!