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Feb. 8th, 2006 08:45 amSo the "check engine" and "side airbag" lights have been going on and off in my car for about a week and i took it in. gotta love warrantees. charlie at the dealership says the oxygen sensor is bad and will be replaced today, but i'm not sure that's all that's wrong. if i am lucky they will finish work on the car today and i can pick it up tonight.
tonight is also the beer and jazz festival in st. paul. whee! i haven't found many pubs up here with good beer yet. but i'm thinking this will be a good way to find them.
terrible nightmares last night a la stephen king.
i was with this older woman with long dark hair. she reminded me of the girl andy left me for, but prettier and much older. she was a truck driver and the truck was pulling an entire grocery store. don't ask me how it was big enough. it just was. i was riding with her and keeping her company. we pulled into a gas station and picked up two hitch-hikers - a couple. the guy had his commercial driver's lisence and spelled the driver at the wheel. i got left behind with a big mattress and had to run to catch up. the mattress was heavy. then things started to get creepy. there were slow mutants everywhere and they and these people made out of bricks were eating the homeless people.
we were about 30 miles from home when we found these clear garbage bags with our names on them. mine was full of tampons and panty-liners, a notebook, two tickets to isreal and letter from my dad in a big envelope. it told me that the truck driver and i should use the tickets. don't worry about ross, dad's already sent him a ticket too. and for god's sake don't call anyone, the phones are tapped and i'll just get someone pretending to be ross who will convince me not to go.
which got me thinking maybe this stuff wasn't really from dad.
and that made me really scared.
so i woke up all paranoid.
with this weird suspicion that somehow this dream was about me having to be right all the time.
tonight is also the beer and jazz festival in st. paul. whee! i haven't found many pubs up here with good beer yet. but i'm thinking this will be a good way to find them.
terrible nightmares last night a la stephen king.
i was with this older woman with long dark hair. she reminded me of the girl andy left me for, but prettier and much older. she was a truck driver and the truck was pulling an entire grocery store. don't ask me how it was big enough. it just was. i was riding with her and keeping her company. we pulled into a gas station and picked up two hitch-hikers - a couple. the guy had his commercial driver's lisence and spelled the driver at the wheel. i got left behind with a big mattress and had to run to catch up. the mattress was heavy. then things started to get creepy. there were slow mutants everywhere and they and these people made out of bricks were eating the homeless people.
we were about 30 miles from home when we found these clear garbage bags with our names on them. mine was full of tampons and panty-liners, a notebook, two tickets to isreal and letter from my dad in a big envelope. it told me that the truck driver and i should use the tickets. don't worry about ross, dad's already sent him a ticket too. and for god's sake don't call anyone, the phones are tapped and i'll just get someone pretending to be ross who will convince me not to go.
which got me thinking maybe this stuff wasn't really from dad.
and that made me really scared.
so i woke up all paranoid.
with this weird suspicion that somehow this dream was about me having to be right all the time.
