07/25/01
A Letter From Mya
Okay, I don't remember this very well, so don't shoot me!
This one I recall had to do with an old friend of mine, Mya. She moved away when I was in junior high and we visited with each other a few times after that, but then were unable to do it anymore. So we wrote to each other. A lot. But then even that died down until I stopped trying to write to her because it seemed every time I tried to bring up the fun old times, she ignored them to chat about the latest threesome she had, or how she'd broken up with somebody and then gotten together with his friend, or about the time she got drunk (she wasn't even 21 yet--I was wondering where her parents were!), etc....we had changed too much, or rather, SHE had changed and I had not, so I didn't see much point to writing anymore.
In real life, she eventually contacted me again--she was getting married and settling down and wanted me to come to the wedding if possible, if I wasn't mad at her. I wasn't mad, just resigned and sad. I couldn't go, but wrote her anyway and she wanted to get back in touch...well, long story short, she just seemed too busy to write much, if the length and subject matter of her letters were any indication. I indicated we'd gotten online and suggested we e-mail each other; her reply, "That's my husband's business account." I don't think she was telling me I'd get in trouble for sending her mail there, but I felt I'd be imposing too much anyway, so again, I stopped writing. She has a life, and it doesn't include me. So I won't impose.
Anyway, boy, did I get off track there. <:) In my dream, I guess she had sent me a letter again, for some reason. I went into my room with it (my room was dim, like the lights were off but one window partially uncovered), surprised. I hadn't expected to hear from her. It was thick, as if it contained many pages; it had some kind of strange stamp on it, like where the stamp itself was cancelled (by "strange stamp," I meant the cancellation mark, not the sticky stamp itself). I can't remember how it was strange, just that it was. Really big or something. There was also a packet of some kind attached to the side--like a smaller, thicker folded envelope, perhaps attached with string. I was curious as to what this was, though for some reason I didn't seem to be opening the letter. /:( Not sure why... Anyway, as I went into my room with this, facing toward my clock, some crumbly white stuff fell from either the envelope or the packet. Now I was REALLY curious. What was that stuff and why had she sent it to me? I never figured that out. I must have opened the envelope at one point as I figured out what Mya was up to. She was setting up a "purple website" (probably meaning, just a website that was purple in color) for a friend of hers, "Ryan" I think his name was, though it may have been different, and more than one name may have been involved. Her husband had something to do with this--perhaps he was the "Ryan" spoken of? (Her real husband's name is not Ryan.) I think she was doing it as a sort of dedication to him. I realized I had lost her e-mail and wanted to get back in touch with her that way (though I felt she was being the same way she'd been before, the moment I wrote she would be too busy to deal with me). The computer seemed to be in my room, perhaps above the foot of the bed. I did a search using her name and Ryan's name, I think, and tried to come up with the results for their e-mail. I believe I did end up finding it.
Thirsty Kitty
In real life last yesterday, our cat kept getting into the tub to drink from the drain. Uck. She's blind and deaf, so we were wondering how she found her way in there before--we assumed it was on accident. (Cat wanders into bathroom, runs into tub--"Hey, I remember this!") But the other day I figured out that she KNOWS where she is going when she does this, and does it on purpose. The little brat! >:P She was VERY persistent about this yesterday. It seems every time I went into the bathroom, I'd have to pluck her, protesting loudly, from the tub and set her in the hall. I gave her a bowl of fresh water but I don't know, I guess drain water tastes better to cats or something. Ick.
Anyway...in the dream, I was telling Dad that she went in there on purpose, that she KNEW the location of the tub, despite her blindness, and went in there specifically to drink. This was before I told him in real life, so I must have dreamed it.
What's Picard Doing On The Porch?
This dream was detailed but I couldn't remember most of it even on waking up. I was in some strange house--everything had a woody or yellowish-orange tint--kind of antiquey looking, like an old country house. There were a lot of people there with me, teenagers or people my age, and I think we were preparing a dinner or something. I had/wanted to go outside for some reason but had to go out on this big porch first. I went to the white porch door to get my sandals but the door opened and...Patrick Stewart--Jean-Luc Picard--was standing in the doorway, busy doing something on the porch that required him to not move from his spot. He gave me this mildly annoyed look (then again, he always looks annoyed) and I backed away apologetically, deciding to wait until he was done. (I feel as if I were in a busy kitchen, with people preparing food--the house was not the cleanest and CERTAINLY not the most modern, but it was homey and didn't bother me TOO much.) I think Stewart/Picard finished up what he was doing and I was able to go out onto the porch (it was a walled, covered porch, like a utility room for the washer and dryer before you step outside--a mudroom, a boot room). I can't recall if I got my sandals so I could go out on the porch--it seemed a bit dirty out there which was why I wanted them--or if I went out there TO get them, to go outside; in any case I remember putting them on my feet, they were worn and not quite clean, but I was used to it. (That's how it is in real life!) The porch itself was long from left to right, like a rectangle, and seemed all grayish and dim.
There was more to that dream, including what we were doing and why I was going outside (I think it was overcast, and I seem to recall I was also searching for the bathroom at one point--perhaps it was outside?), but I can't remember it! :(
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