Crazy

Last night I had a dream that I was Paris Hilton. Nicki and I were at a New York art gallery- the lighting was very dark and had a bluish/turqoise/moonish glow to it and we were the only ones there pretty much- and there was a lot of cool stuff there...except every time I wanted to touch something, I would break it! Everything was just sooo delicate! I figured that anything so beautiful would have to be delicate but I couldn't stop myself from touching it- it was just all so well done and pretty. I put any broken fragments back next to the artwork it belonged to, hoping that nobody would notice. I remember one piece in particular that was made out of sandstone. It was natural beige colored, super-shallow jewelry box and had what I think was Kokopelli on it. The special part was that it had gold flecks throughout the stone. It had a duplicate in black sandstone (also with gold flecks). In the dream I thought it was like me and my "sister"....cuz, ya know, Nicki had dark hair. lol
Anyway, in the dream Nicki was going to buy me this painting for my birthday or something and it was this realistic oil painting of...I think it was bright blue dice and/or an electric blue drink on a jet black background. I was going to buy her a painting of these hippie-trippy flowers and butterflies, since she liked fantasy stuff.

Then in the next dream I was going to the movies by myself because I wanted to be alone and I saw something that was kind of like A Lot Like Love. This is especially odd because I've never ever been to the movies alone in my life! Anyway, in line there were only a few people, mostly younger than me. About three or so nerdy guys and a a few girls as well. After the movie I was feeling depressed about Ryan for some reason so I went and sat up in a pine tree (lol no idea) by the road where I could watch people drive by and nobody would see me. I had a thought of Ryan being there as well and coming out to meet me but I don't remember if that really happened or not.
Then in this part of the dream where I was with my mom and sister and brother (Jason I think), getting ready to go out with Ryan, my mom joked about hoping that this time something might happen with Ryan and I. This is even wierder than the going to the movies alone thing because a)I've never talked about my sexuality with my parents, b)I will avoid telling my parents that I'm dating someone unless I have absolutely no other alternative (i.e. getting flowers on Valentine's Day), and c)even if any of the above were true, I'd never talk about it in front of my brother!

Oh, and today Ryan's mom left me a message....apparently she "hit [my] number on the phone by accident, sorry, honey!" That was crazy but it made me happy somehow.

And last night was nice. It was cool enough outside to open the windows...in fact I woke up cold! It's soooooo nice to be able to let fresh air in on a daily basis. I hate stale air.

Oh, and sadly I think I might be getting just a little bit interesting in my Memory and Cognition class.