Category: dreams nobody cares about

Something always comes from the music anyway…

Sara

When it comes to the music I obsess over love, sometimes it takes a little time for the switch to flip from Hey, I like this to OBSESSIVE FLAILING. Sometimes it’s almost instant (Andy Grammer, Ryan Star, Ingram Hill, Darren Criss) and after a handful of listens, the fixation is in overdrive. Sometimes it takes longer (Train, 3 Doors Down, O.A.R., Sister Hazel, Matt Nathanson, Better Than Ezra) to hit that critical point. Music can… Keep reading…Something always comes from the music anyway…

Feels like summer…

Sara

Actually, no it doesn’t. It’s only 32 degrees outside. Dang. I had a dream about kissing Matt Nathanson. It was incredibly awkward. His wife was there and got [justifiably] pissed off. Matt didn’t seem to care (his actual words were I don’t care), but she started hucking Little Golden Books at me frisbee-style. Those suckers have sharp corners. Bob called me a home wrecker.* For the record: Matt totally started it. This is my brain… Keep reading…Feels like summer…

Falling through the sky…

Sara

I have two scrapes on the back of my hand from smashing it two different times on the bottom of the stair railing. As it turns out, there is a rather sharp edge on the end of the railing. They don’t look like much, but son of a mother they hurt. It should also be mentioned that I was carrying a laundry basket both times and therefore must stand by my claim: Laundry is fucking… Keep reading…Falling through the sky…

Might get it right…

Sara

Had a dream last night about a current story project. It’s a bizarre thing to me when I dream about my writing. I guess in part because I am actually seeing the characters I have wandering aimlessly around in my head. There wasn’t anything earth-shattering that happened in the dream (it was pretty mundane compared to most), but seeing a character that is often muddled for me to picture…it left a residual feeling behind that… Keep reading…Might get it right…

Makes sense…

Sara

Looking at Pinterest, as I do, and realized that the last two things I pinned, side-by-side, might help explain that dream I had. We won’t get into the fact that we’ve logged over 1000 song plays in iTunes in little over a month. Leonard is just as confused as I am. Also, not amused by this three-hours-of-sleep-a-night bullshit. We are on the same page he and I. —

What kind of noise does a platypus make anyway?

Sara

Last night I got three hours of sleep. It was broken into 1-hour segments, interrupted by really bizarre dreams. I can’t remember what the first two were, but I remember feeling somewhat disturbed while trying to get back to sleep. The third dream, however, stuck because when I woke up from that one, my brain was all, “Fuck this, I’m not going back to sleep again.” So I got out of bed and had sufficient… Keep reading…What kind of noise does a platypus make anyway?