March 30th, 2007

Cyclor - cannibal lord of the pumpkins!

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A day with Indian food is a good day. My mom and I went to India Garden for dinner, and it was excellent as usual (we got everything mild since my mom likes it that way, but I didn't mind too much). Katie and Jesse went to dinner in Pittsburgh for their 6 month anniversary. Frankly, I'm stunned that Katie has kept him around so long, because she usually has, I don't know, boys ADD or something. Boys ADD? Anyway, I'm surprised, but that's cool. I like having Jesse around, it's nice to have SOMEONE in this house I can discuss things like video games with, and sometimes he makes us food.

I had a relatively short but interesting dream last night. I might have been watching the first part as a movie, but there was this beautiful, important woman in it (I'm not sure who she was or why she was there, but she was important for some reason). She had dark hair and wore this long, multicolored kinda blotchy dress. She was kind of floating around, and while she wasn't exactly dancing, she moved with such grace and artistry that it looked like dancing. It was so beautiful to watch. I was looking at her dress, and there were these two dark crimson spots on her chest. Then I realized it was see-through, and she apparently had incredibly dark nipples. I don't know what she was doing, just kind of moving around and then lying on some raised platform that could have been a bed or hammock or table, I don't know. There was a man in the room who was apparently invisible, though he sort of drifted in and out of sight. Apparently he was a frenchman, even though he looked kind of like a Russian soldier. He was meeting with the woman for some reason (I don't know if they were romantically linked in any way, they could have just been friends). Then I walked out of the room into a high school cafeteria and sat down at a table. The woman looked out the doorway at me, as if she wished I would come back. For some reason, even though it was a high school cafeteria, college people were there. I suddenly realized that Ben and Nick had the lunch period before mine, and I was mad because I wanted to eat with them. Hoople sat on the other side of the table, talking to some guy, but I was still sad because I wanted to have the same lunch schedule as Ben and Nick.

I've had the mental image of this almost-dancing-but-not-really woman in my head all day. The way she moved, it was so beautiful. My dreams have interesting cinematics sometimes.

I think I'll wear a random costume tomorrow for no reason and prance around the house in it. Just because I'm crazy like that.
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