i think that i don’t usually remember my dreams. sometimes i do, but not usually.
lately, though, i’ve been both remembering my dreams, and irritated by them, because they keep involving real people, and i don’t really want that. in fact, i think it’s safe to say that given the degree of fuckedupitude of many of my dreams, i would prefer them to be as disassociated from reality as possible. (i typed out a description of the dream i was having when i woke up, but it was just a general stupid dream — sneak preview: when i got impatient with the speed of the brinks armored trucks which were driving around the swimming pool, i got out and swam through the air instead — and didn’t really have a whole lot of bearing on this rant. alas.) i especially would like it if a couple of certain people stopped showing up all the time. like, a couple people have been in damn near every dream i’ve remembered on waking for the past week. i find that disturbing. it would be easier for me to believe that dreams are the subconscious getting rid of stress, or whatever, if they were just random people. perhaps in black and white, too. are you listening, stupid subconscious?i freely admit that i’m a mac person, and more importantly, i can sometimes be one of those mac people (all i’m really missing is the emaciated look and black plastic-framed glasses). i have told people jokingly that i will buy anything with an apple logo on it — it’s not entirely truthful, but it’s close enough. what can i say? i love aesthetically pleasing computers, with aesthetically pleasing — and stable — operating systems, that run unix and run all of the desktop apps i want them to run. and before they were all sexy roundy corners and sleek lucite, running unix and photoshop, i liked them because they were the easiest thing in the world to understand and support. macs are just pleasant to use, and i adore that.
but guys, this just ain’t right.
i looooooooove my farmer’s market. it’s wee, and it’s the same people every week, and they have lots of good things, and it’s yummy. today’s haul was a 5# jug of honey, since i emptied my last 5# jug of honey refilling my honey jar last weekend (tea drinker, remember — and also we’re coming up on cold season, and niqui drinks a lot of honeyed herbal tea for sore throats when sick; yes, it really does help), plus some bosc pears and red cort apples — they were out of the paula reds that i got last time that were really good, sadly, but happily they send me a newsletter every week to let me know what they‘re bringing. also a few tiny potatos, a couple pounds of green beans so i can freeze some, some bicolor sweet corn, and a huge bunch of basil that smells so good i want to stick my head in the sack to breathe.
your pal niqui will be really sad when the farmer’s market closes for the year in a month, and she has to go back to the grocery store for produce. :(
