They say we dream in black and white...you came in color last night

Dreams. Come. In Waves. Months without any, and then WHAM BAM-more brain food than I know what to do with. In which case, this type of food is unable to be throw in tupperware and frozen to devour later.

The 1970's glam wedding of Tom and Linda held behind my grandparents red house in Bloomington Township-the booming meca, one of the last civilizations not to contain a wal-mart. Since I wasn't born till 1976, and this is mid 1970's goodness, what I was doing at the wedding-not sure. It was a basic family affair in the yard. Strange as they were filming the movie GREASE with John Travolta in the same town, and the wedding was part of the movie. Flash forward a few years and discussing this with my parents (Still dreaming), I discover that this is still true-that Tom and Linda's wedding is part of the movie.

Second dream. Same night. Same place.

John popped up. Amidst a triad of Gary and David (from Ft. Lauderdale). Somehow I was dating all three at one time. The art group from the cities and I went to Michaels Craft store with the gang looking for stuff to make flowers. John was there, and we talked about how we were right for each other-SOUL mates. We told each other we knew we would be back together someday, and here we were-together. On How much he COMPLETES ME. There was a car in the dream, and we were near smith Park.

Then. Then I woke up.

For everything, turn, turn, turn

Lately I have been doing WAY to much thinking even for my own good. Thoughts on working on Christmas, the upcomming week, or this weekend. Just alot of stuff. A plethora.

And what it comes down to it, that although the rest of the week could SUCK major FUCKING ass... I know that no matter what happens I am going to get through it, and be a better person/much wiser person because of it. No matter what happens its going to happen for a reason, and I just need to put everything on cruise control and let it just happen... I'm just along for the ride anyway....