Copious Free Time

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Last night I dreamed that I was watching TV with Sarah in the room, and the cartoon I had on said that word that starts off like "sugar" but ends differently. And one second later, Sarah was saying it over and over.

Big deal, eh? Only for some reason, I kept remembering it. I don't know if I woke up over and over, and each time said "I need to remember this," or if I just dreamed I did, but my half-awake self thought it would be real socko for an LJ post. I held onto it through three subsequent dreams.

So here it is. I don't want to let my unconscious self down. That weirdo's capable of anything.
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As I said bye-bye to my family members today, and told each one that I loved her, the train approaching the Agawam River crossing blew its whistle, and it occurred to me for the dozenth time that it sounds like the first chord of Barber's Adagio. Off they went in the thawing morning. I waved, then ducked into the street to properly dispose of a Sky Bar wrapper that could have come from our trash barrel.

The morning had started with the last dream of the night. This one was, in my discerning opinion, full of baggage from my years in theater. It was a performance of Sleeping Beauty [one of Sarah's current movies, and a show I did with a community group -- and a longtime favorite director -- in the late 70s] on the stage of Poudre High School [best drama department up until I got into shows at CNU] with cast and crew from CNU [ibid]. I was not in the cast, but I was an audience member sitting on stage [there were audiences on stage in shows at CNU, Poudre, and a community production I was in on the Poudre stage]. The Sleeping Beauty herself was on a bed at the back of the house, and I was impressed that she could lie there in character for so long without falling asleep [a cast member of a CNU show once told me this was very hard to do].

( dream -- possibly boring )