Category Archives: Dreams

Jeremy Irons’ Slinky Antics, Russian Toilets and More

image: studio360.org

image: studio360.org

What was going on yesterday:

T was planning a family trip.

I’d been driving R around for three days so she could film for her second documentary about homelessness and I kept forgetting to take pictures of her filming. Continue reading

Dream Connections and Then Some

image from fashionrat.com

image from fashionrat.com

Well, this is an interesting writing prompt. “Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.”

As it happens, my top three posts today are “Nomadic Retirement: The American Way“, “The Gap” and “To Kill a Mountain Lion . . . With a Spatula“. Continue reading

To Kill a Mountain Lion . . . With a Spatula

(image from realaspen.com)

(image from realaspen.com)

We moved from the Rio Grande Valley to Austin almost seven years ago. From the beginning, I was afraid of encountering a mountain lion. T always laughed, but I insisted it wasn’t unthinkable. Continue reading

My American Dream

This is what I dreamed last night.

I was in a school gym, remembering how we would be made to run laps around a gym just like that in high school in the Netherlands. And I remembered that I could. I’d be tired, and I’d be protesting loudly like any self-respecting un-sporty teenage girl should, but that’s all. And I resented–in this dream–that I can’t run for two minutes now without having a gimpy knee for the next two weeks (this is real; I ran for two minutes last weekend, and now it hurts when I walk down steps). Continue reading

Scary!

When I was around 11 years old, I had this occurring dream for a while where I was in an empty room in a kind of prairie landscape. No house around the room, just the room, like a cube with a door in it. I know this because at the same time as being inside the room, I could also see the whole thing from a distance. Quite surreal. Continue reading