Dairy Air, Demon Dreams, Fun with Todd
Jan. 19th, 2006 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisLast night I had another business idea, this time for an ice cream parlour that catered to lactose intolerant folks, but also provided lovely ice creams for those fortunate enough to be able to digest milk products. It would be called Dairy Air (We live and breathe ice cream!). The preferred logo would be a pooting cow, but I don't think I'd be allowed to do that. Heh.
I had a couple of dreams last night, one of which has clung to me like a shroud all day.
Dream One
Aunt Tudi and I were sitting on the front porch when a line of police cars came up the hill. I got up to go in and call Uncle Michael and Janice to see what it was all about. When I opened the front door, there stood Danny (Janice's brother) in the house. He said he was there to let me know that the police were in the neighbourhood in case I was interested. I thanked him and asked him to kindly leave my home. He just sort of disappeared and Aunt Tudi was all a-dither about his being in our home, wanting to know how he got in. I told her that he probably came in the back door because she left it unlocked. We checked the door, but it was locked, and decided that he removed the siding near the roof and entered in through the attic.
We went back onto the front porch and saw Johnna walking down the driveway crying like her heart would break. Aunt Tudi asked her what was wrong and she said that she'd been told the police were here because I'd been murdered. I told her she'd heard wrong obviously and wanted to know who was spreading the vicious rumour of my untimely demise? Right then, I heard a dog yap and looked up to see Mary (Johnna's grandmother) walking her little white poodle at the fence. She wouldn't look up at us and I knew then that she was the one telling people I was dead. And that was the end of Dream One.
Dream Two
I was hanging out at a business which was combination record label/liability insurance. It was owned and run by Demon Boy who was sitting in one of the back offices talking with Joaquin Phoenix about his releasing an album as Johnny Cash. I was there just chit-chatting with the two of them. Suddenly, Joaquin was no longer there and the room was like a doctor's exam room. Demon Boy was sitting on a table with his shirt off. I patted him on the shoulder and told him it was going to be okay. He sucked the air through his teeth and left the room in an air of drama.
Then, I was no longer at the insurance/record label office. I was instead at the vet's office in a secret "stable" down a trail from the main office. Gloria and Michelle were there. Michelle was bathing a dog and I was there with Gloria to pick up Shmoop from boarding. When I went to leave, my car was gone. I went back into the stable in tears, telling Gloria and Michelle that my car had been stolen. Gloria laughed and said she'd moved my car 'cos that's what I deserved for being the last person at the vet's office. She said it was parked in the main parking lot. I started walking down the trail to the main office and saw fossilised cat skulls embedded in the trail. I thought to myself that I wish I had my camera because Demon Boy would love to have pictures of these cat skulls. When I got to my car, a truck pulled into the parking lot and I just screamed bloody murder, being overwhelmed with terror. Gloria was instantly at my side asking me why I was screaming. I told her that I thought the truck was driven by The Others and I was scared. She laughed and told me not to worry. I got in my car and found a CD on the seat. It was a release on Demon Boy's record label. I looked on the back at the liner notes, which were written by Demon Boy. At the end of the liners, it said "This album is dedicated to Tracy, the girl I should have married." And that was the end of Dream Two.
I have only one comment about Dream Two:
What's so odd is that I didn't remember the dream at all at first but, as the day has gone by, it's gotten more vivid and just seems to be sitting on my shoulder cackling at me madly. Probably the only one who could appreciate the distress this dream causes me is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
green_goblin70, but he'll probably just laugh if he reads this because he's a mean asshole, bless him.
Speaking of mean assholes, Todd and I have such fun with cell phone texting. We use it primarily to insult and jab at each other because......that's what we do! That's how our relationship works! It defines the Tracy/Todd monster that has raged and ravaged the planet since 1987. Amen. Here's the latest example of our Fun with Texting.
tinhuviel: Joo suck
toddzilla2001: You eat poo.
tinhuviel: Not n e more. I left BMG!
toddzilla2001: Ha! Good one! Now you're a spy for Homeland Security.
I haven't been online all day and haven't read my f-list at all. Hopefully I'll catch up tomorrow after I get back from the orthopaedist.
I had a couple of dreams last night, one of which has clung to me like a shroud all day.
Dream One
Aunt Tudi and I were sitting on the front porch when a line of police cars came up the hill. I got up to go in and call Uncle Michael and Janice to see what it was all about. When I opened the front door, there stood Danny (Janice's brother) in the house. He said he was there to let me know that the police were in the neighbourhood in case I was interested. I thanked him and asked him to kindly leave my home. He just sort of disappeared and Aunt Tudi was all a-dither about his being in our home, wanting to know how he got in. I told her that he probably came in the back door because she left it unlocked. We checked the door, but it was locked, and decided that he removed the siding near the roof and entered in through the attic.
We went back onto the front porch and saw Johnna walking down the driveway crying like her heart would break. Aunt Tudi asked her what was wrong and she said that she'd been told the police were here because I'd been murdered. I told her she'd heard wrong obviously and wanted to know who was spreading the vicious rumour of my untimely demise? Right then, I heard a dog yap and looked up to see Mary (Johnna's grandmother) walking her little white poodle at the fence. She wouldn't look up at us and I knew then that she was the one telling people I was dead. And that was the end of Dream One.
Dream Two
I was hanging out at a business which was combination record label/liability insurance. It was owned and run by Demon Boy who was sitting in one of the back offices talking with Joaquin Phoenix about his releasing an album as Johnny Cash. I was there just chit-chatting with the two of them. Suddenly, Joaquin was no longer there and the room was like a doctor's exam room. Demon Boy was sitting on a table with his shirt off. I patted him on the shoulder and told him it was going to be okay. He sucked the air through his teeth and left the room in an air of drama.
Then, I was no longer at the insurance/record label office. I was instead at the vet's office in a secret "stable" down a trail from the main office. Gloria and Michelle were there. Michelle was bathing a dog and I was there with Gloria to pick up Shmoop from boarding. When I went to leave, my car was gone. I went back into the stable in tears, telling Gloria and Michelle that my car had been stolen. Gloria laughed and said she'd moved my car 'cos that's what I deserved for being the last person at the vet's office. She said it was parked in the main parking lot. I started walking down the trail to the main office and saw fossilised cat skulls embedded in the trail. I thought to myself that I wish I had my camera because Demon Boy would love to have pictures of these cat skulls. When I got to my car, a truck pulled into the parking lot and I just screamed bloody murder, being overwhelmed with terror. Gloria was instantly at my side asking me why I was screaming. I told her that I thought the truck was driven by The Others and I was scared. She laughed and told me not to worry. I got in my car and found a CD on the seat. It was a release on Demon Boy's record label. I looked on the back at the liner notes, which were written by Demon Boy. At the end of the liners, it said "This album is dedicated to Tracy, the girl I should have married." And that was the end of Dream Two.
I have only one comment about Dream Two:
O_o
WTF?
WTF?
What's so odd is that I didn't remember the dream at all at first but, as the day has gone by, it's gotten more vivid and just seems to be sitting on my shoulder cackling at me madly. Probably the only one who could appreciate the distress this dream causes me is
green_goblin70, but he'll probably just laugh if he reads this because he's a mean asshole, bless him.Speaking of mean assholes, Todd and I have such fun with cell phone texting. We use it primarily to insult and jab at each other because......that's what we do! That's how our relationship works! It defines the Tracy/Todd monster that has raged and ravaged the planet since 1987. Amen. Here's the latest example of our Fun with Texting.
tinhuviel: Joo sucktoddzilla2001: You eat poo.tinhuviel: Not n e more. I left BMG!toddzilla2001: Ha! Good one! Now you're a spy for Homeland Security.I haven't been online all day and haven't read my f-list at all. Hopefully I'll catch up tomorrow after I get back from the orthopaedist.
