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VH1 showed DMB playing on the top of some building in NY; apparently they were doing this for the David Letterman show. I tried to record it, but the #$%@! VCR was not cooperating. Fortunately I figured this out in time to just give up and watch it, rather than wandering off assuming I could watch later. Stupid VCR. I also wonder about my penchant for pale dark-haired, brown-eyed men with receding hairlines. I don't feel physically attracted to them per se, but I seem to form weird attachments to them. And before you ask, no that's not what my father looks like. He has grey eyes like mine, and always has a tan. And hubby has all his hair. Boy does he! Rowr.

But he kept me up last night, so I'm all tired. I ain't complaining too much, though, since it was doing an activity that will soon be banned for a week.

Cathy, an old friend of mine, asked if I would look in on her kitty while she went out of town to visit her newborn grandson- I asked if we could actually live there, since it's happening at the same time we're supposed to be out of the house. She said OK- this will work out better than living in someone's living space while they are still there (she also lives close to where we live). But she will be back before we can return, so we'll hang at hub's father's girlfriend's place- it'll be invading someone's space while they're there, but she has a bedroom/bathroom on the other side of the house so it won't be too bad.

Weird dream- before I forget

Something happened out at sea at night, that was awful and destructive- some kind of crash, but the dream started after. I ended up in the water, hanging onto debris. The clouds were low and threatening, and I was worried about lightning. As I suspected, a bolt came out of the sky and found me in the water, and I knew this was Not A Good Thing even though I felt nothing and there was no sound, just light. So I decided to take my chances away from the crash site, and managed to propel myself away. I knew that this meant almost certain death since no rescue crew would ever find me, but I was relieved to see the lightning-engorged cloud receded in the distance (for some reason, it hovered right over the crash site and was nowhere else).

I drifted for what seemed like days, though it was always night, and always cloudy (and remained so through the entire dream)- there were no stars so it was just black sky and slightly less black water. I had nothing to eat, and when I was too weak to swim I just let the waves carry me, and floated. I was not afraid, just glad I was not going to die by lightning, and mostly resigned to dying at sea. As I drifted along, I looked down into the water and noticed I could see an object gleaming on light-colored sand (a wooden spoon, I think)... I think, if I can see the bottom... and reach my legs down, and, to my complete surprise, touch bottom. As far as I knew I was hundreds of miles from any land. I turn around, and behind me is a narrow beach and the wall of a building, with my home city (Austin, land-locked, BTW) behind it. I crawl to shore, and walk up to the wall- thinking, no one will believe this. I draw a pentacle on the wall with a double-circle around it, and the elemental symbols (the triangle ones) around the outer circle in the 4 directions.

I walk around the building, and it turns out to be the apartment building that my parents had been living in but were moving out of when all this was going on (real life: I don't recall seeing this building before, and my parents haven't been together for 15 years). I decide to try to get inside thinking there might be a phone. I open the door, and my parents are sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags. They awake, and are amazed and thrilled that I am alive! They were sure I had died, and are very happy to see me. I begin to tell them about my miraculous journey as they flip on some lights and start to make me some breakfast, since I haven't eaten in several days. At this point, my brother comes into the apartment with several of his friends, talking loudly about nothing. I become angry that he is ignoring me, and all I went through, and not allowing me to tell my tale.

It's all fuzzy from there.