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I have horrible dreams on a regular basis.  Sometimes they include people I know, and sometimes they include people I don’t know.  Some are worse than others.  But they have a couple recurrent themes.  Anxiety – like the one where I’m running down a gravel road in a dress and high heels trying to make it somewhere for something important.  I’m normally in Colorado in that dream, which is weird, because Colorado is the place I am least likely to wear a dress or heels in real life.  Right now I would be really pumped (seriously, stop) to wear heels anywhere, but my foot refuses to comply with these desires.

My other recurrent dream involves disasters.  Sometimes it is natural disaster, and sometimes it is horrible accident, and other times it involves serial killers dressed as cops knocking on the door of the cabin in the woods in the middle of the night.  Did you see the movie Secret Window?  Cause I did.  I’m starting to think maybe I watch too many movies and entirely too many crime shows.

When I was in the ATL last weekend, Christy’s neighbor got locked out and came by her apartment to get a spare key.  Because she is someone important in the HOA, she has the keys to all the condos in her building.  I’m sure I knew that there was a person like this in most condo associations, but I had two immediate thoughts.  1.  Damn, she is trusted and responsible, this is what happens when you are a lawyer.  2.  If anyone is ever murdered in her building, she will be an immediate suspect because she has everyone’s spare key.  And then I had a third thought, which was, what is wrong with you that you think about this sort of thing?

Wish me luck, I’m off to test the ole foot out in Drew’s yoga class.  I may be crying tonight, but right now I’m really excited.

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and difficulties and biting off more than you can chew.  My thoughts have to do with marathons and grad school and running over the people in your life with your dreams and being jealous of other people’s dreams and being frustrated and fulfilled by your dreams.  About how learning to do something well and taking the time to actually focus long enough on one dream before you jump to another dream and not letting the disappointment of last years dream keep you from this year’s dream. 

But I’m rambling.  I’m not really thinking about dreams the way I just described.  I’m thinking more about having a goal that seems overwhelming and completing it, and how it can be exhilarating and at the same time something of a let down until you find another goal.  Because it leaves a space.  And often time, space is something I can be uncomfortable with. 

Right now I’m completely overwhelmed with my house and weddings and work and the fact that the Masters is next week and I complain that all I want is a day to do nothing.  But when that day comes, when I have a few weekends without plans, the first weekend without plans will be difficult for me.  I’ll feel like I’m missing something or that I should be engaged in something, when really I just need space to breathe. 

I’ve b een thinking about this because Ana has been writing about how she decided to quit smoking because she needed a new personal challenge.  And then Judith wrote about how cooking elaborate meals for her children on their birthdays challenged her and made her feel special.  And their writing really resonated with me this week. 

So I’ve been thinking.  Thinking and packing and cleaning and working and shopping for things I MUST HAVE (like a bathroom sink), and painting and untangling garden hoses and peeling off tape and trying not to collapse from exhaustion. 

Speaking of…the sheep need me to go count them so they can go to sleep too.

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Good Morning!

I dreamed I punched someone in the face last night.  I’ve never punched someone in the face in my life.  In my dream I was concerned because it didn’t hurt my hand that much when I punched them and I guess I’ve always heard that it really hurts your hand when you punch someone in the face. 

Honestly, more of my dream was devoted to the fact that I wasn’t hurt by it than who I actually punched in the face and what happened to them.  I came to the conclusion that I must not have punched them hard enough if it didn’t hurt my hand.  Great.  Maybe I’ll try harder next time I get in a fist fight in my dream. 

It was cold here at the beginning of the week but it is warming up nicely and the days are flying by.  Which is exciting because the Masters will be here before I know it!!!  I’m so excited.  Part of the fun of it is the anticipation.  Last year I got a little burned out by the weekend so hopefully I can get it together and not burn out. 

Briscoe needs a bath real bad.  Oh, and I got my hair cut yesterday.  I really like it. 

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Forecast: Abundant Sunshine

It is a tremendously beautiful day.  Tomorrow night is a full moon with a total lunar eclipse.  How exciting is that?  Full moons give me CRAZY dreams.  I really hesitate to tell y’all what I dreamed about last night, because I feel y’all will either think I am making it up, or that I am in fact, nuts.  It is hard to believe that I could have so many whacked out dreams in one night, but hey.  I don’t think I’m creative enough to make this stuff up while I’m awake. 

Dream #1-

Okay, the first part of my dream involved a the ghost of a woman.  She haunted a portion of a school or a camp or some sort of institution that I attended.  She was something like the ghosts in Harry Potter, because she wasn’t mean, she just didn’t like a lot of people.  She wore an apron and a chef hat and she had a particular corridor that she haunted (hah.  literally).  The specifics are fuzzy, but she got really upset at one of the students, and I had to talk to her about how he wasn’t actually a threat to her and that she would like him if they got to know each other. A strange twist to this story is that the ghost really liked diet coke. 

Dream #2

This dream was a lot more realistic, in that it is something that could actually happen, but, not really.  It was the night before a football game, and I was with a large group of people who were all going to the game together.  We were all going to travel to Athens (I assume) and go to the game.  It was a late afternoon/night game, but obviously it would be an all day affair.  It was a very important game that I had to go to, and was very excited about.  We were in the mountains somewhere, and would be traveling from the mountains to Athens late that night.  It was pouring down rain.  Total monsoon rain.  And we had all our bags packed and ready to be loaded in the car.  Well, somehow, I realize that the day after the football game  I was suppose to take the bar exam.  (in real life I am taking the south carolina bar this summer).  So in my dream the south carolina bar exam was the day after this really big football game that I had to go to. 

In realizing that I am suppose to take the bar, I also realize that I have not studied for five minutes and I am totally unprepared.  I also do not have any materials with which to prepare.  I started asking everyone if they knew anyone with a PMBR book.  While I am freaking out about this, people are loading the cars with our luggage.  Somehow, my luggage gets set out in the rain and my bag (it was a sort of very bradley bag, even though I don’t own one of those) filled up with water completely. 

I become very upset that my bag has filled up completely with water, and that I have to take the bar exam, and that the only time I am going to have to study is going to be if I wake up early the next morning and go to the law library and try to find some materials and cram for a little while before the game. 

My bag is sitting on the tailgate of an SUV, and I am trying to dump all the standing water from the inside of my bag out onto the ground, but it isn’t working very well.  So now on top of everything I don’t know what I’m going to wear the game either. 

I’m not sure how it all resolved, other than the fact that I woke up this morning and none of the problems in my dream were true.  I’ve read that having anxiety dreams is a healthy way for your mind to deal with the stress and anxiety in your life that you can’t process during the day.  But by processing it in your dreams at night, your next day is calmer and less anxious than it would be if you didn’t have the dreams.  I hope this is true, because that would mean that my mind is super healthy.  Otherwise, the alternative is that I am not stable, which is less comforting. 

I don’t feel very anxious today.   

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Dream Update

As we get dangerously close to a full moon (96% full tonight), my dreams get more real and more crazy. 

Last night I dreamed I was a professional surfer, on an all female surfing team.  And we were surfing in crazy waves, like it took us a good ten minutes just to get past the breakers.  So my dream was full of waves crashing down on top of me, while I tried to swim through them.  Sweet.  But at the same time I was there voluntarily and thought it was fun. 

In my dream I forgot to put on sunscreen before venturing into the water.  And I didn’t want to go all the way back in because it took me to long to get out there.  So I spent an hour with no sunscreen.  I think it was cloudy in my dream, and I know I had on a wetsuit, so it was really just my face. 

I ended up with a very bad sunburn on my face.  Those who know me, know I can look at the sun wrong and burn.  And I am very careful to not get burned, as skin cancer runs in my family. 

Very vivid dream.  Very confusing.  (for the record, I don’t know how to surf, never really even tried). 

It is dark and rainy here today.  But cooler than yesterday. 

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Ahh, Miscellaneous.  I’ll never learn how to spell that word without spell check.  The same way I will ALWAYS be confused about Affect and Effect.  I know it isn’t difficult, I know it should be simple and I’m entirely too educated to not know the difference.  Back off, maybe I have mild brain damage. 

So, just thought I would share a few things with y’all.  I recently purchased the Colbie Caillat CD, and I highly recommend it.  It is definitely girl music, but it is upbeat and soothing, sort of something you can tune out, but good lyrics too.  I like it. My favorites are Oxygen and Midnight Bottle. 

I also recently purchased the Luke Bryan CD – he is from Albany, Ga, and is fun.  He wrote Billy Currington’s song – Good Directions, and I think this is his first CD.  It makes me happy.  My favorite songs are We Rode in Trucks and You Make Me Want To.   

Travers says I listen to terrible music.  Who asked him anyway?

I’ve recently found a few new websites that I like a lot –

The Pasty Quail – this is site run by a few law students at UGA.  Lots of interesting articles and outside links with blurbs.  I was thoroughly entertained. 

Walking to the Shops Damages the Planet More than Going by Car – I love this article.  Honestly – I’m all about the environment, I really am, but most people don’t even think through the real impact of their actions – and what might seem "good" is sometimes "bad", or, simply, "not good". 

Binge Drinking is Good For You – I just thought this article was hilarious.  I mean – it doesn’t have a real serious point, but it made me laugh.  I like columnists.  Especially British ones.

Oh, and speaking of substance abuse – if it ever comes down to it – please send me to this Rehab.  I feel at peace in the mountains.   

And last but not least – what I think of as the funniest SNL skit I’ve ever seen, starring Lindsey – who has been lucky enough to go to rehab at the Cirque Lodge –

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It was orange and big and full.  And I’m still having crazy dreams.  I know y’all get tired of me writing about them, but I can’t help it. 

Last night the people in my dream where Libby and Robert – Libby and I had met Robert somewhere to go skiing.

Oh, and Emily was in my dream too, Emily lived in the place where we were skiing.  It was a really small town, and it was my birthday, but my birthday cake said happy birthday jennifer, and I ate the whole thing.  It was a little cake.  Something scandalous had just occured in the town and all the locals were kind of on edge.  And Emily wanted to tell us about the scandal but couldn’t because we were in a crowded restaurant. 

  Then Robert had to go back to Japan, and Libby and I were going to continue our travels to my parent’s mountain house.  And there were new  ski resorts being built on the side of the mountain that you could see from the road- but they didn’t look right, they looked like a fair being set up on the side of the mountain with lots of big colorful tents and stuff, and chairlifts.

But then Libby realized that she had to be somewhere else and caught a ride back somewhere and I continued on to the mountain house by myself.  It was at my parent’s mountain house, but it didn’t look like our mountain house and it was in Colorado instead of Georgia.   

And Briscoe was at the house with me, and for some reason she had to stay in the basement (the real house doesn’t have a basement). So I was suppose to be with Libby, but I was alone with Briscoe.  And Mama kept calling to check on us, and I didn’t want to tell her it was just me in the house by myself in the woods because I knew it would bother her, but I also didn’t want something to happen to me. 

And then all the sudden there was a knock at the door that scared me to death.  Briscoe had somehow or another gotten out of her cage in the basement and out of the house and a nice neighbor had found her. 

That is all I can remember. 

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Night before Last

(I thought I posted this yesterday, but I only posted it as a draft.  Opps.  My dreams last night were even wilder, possibly too wild to describe).

I dreamed some crazy dreams.  This is all very jumble, but – I was at UGA – and it was homecoming.  Ant there were all these homecoming events that never actually took place when I was there.  And we were looking at some pictures of my parents from when they were at UGA.  Homecoming pictures.  Which is weird. 

Then it turns out that I am part of some sort of covert operation, there are bad guys, and I’m with the good guys and we are trying to foil their plans or something.  We are trying to get pictures inside this place, and we are trying to make sure they don’t know who we are.  But I know who the bad guys are and I’m pretty certain they know who I am as well – or at least some of them do.  Either way, I’m trying to keep a low profile. 

So I end up getting stuck in the bad guys headquarters, but they don’t know I’m there – I’m hiding.  And I hear some stuff and take some pictures and I really need to get out of there to get back with the other good guys.  And the headquarters is in a public place, like a mall or something. I’m able to sneak out of the restricted area I’m not suppose to be in, but then I have to nonchalantly walk to my car, but I don’t know where my car is – or even if it is there at all.  But I do have my keys and my pocketbook.  While I’m wandering around trying to get the hell out of there before I’m spotted and still keep a low profile a public transportation bus pulls up.  Since I’m so anxious to get out of there I hop on the bus, thinking maybe this is the best way to blend. 

I’m on the bus, trying to act normal, and the guy sitting next to me starts harassing me.  Like, trying to dig through my backpack, and grab my ankle and stuff.  And I know he is one of the bad guys – I recognize him.  I’m freaking out, and trying to get away, and I yell to the driver that I’m being molested, and the driver says he will call the police for me, but I don’t want to get the police involved, because I’m trying to keep a low profile, and I keep trying to stand up and move to another seat and the driver keeps telling me I can’t stand up when the bus is moving so for me to sit down and shut up or he is going to call the police anyway.  And the bad guy is like, yeah, call the police. 

And then I woke up. 

Obviously I have an overactive imagination.  I need to get a grip. 

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I woke up in the middle of the night last night.  There were footsteps in the leaves outside my window.  They sounded like human footsteps.  I thought maybe it was just super early – like 5:30 and it was my professor neighbor going somewhere.  I laid real still.  I finally rolled over and obtained my cell phone so I could see what time it was and keep my finger on 911.  It was 4:35.  Dang it.  No one has any business wandering around at 4:35 on a Friday morning.  I was freaking out.  I kept imagining that someone was on my front porch.  Shortly there after the sprinklers turned on and although they initially scared me to death – I started thinking that maybe it was cat or something in the leaves and that maybe the sprinklers had also contributed to the sound of footsteps.  Who knows.  But maybe it wasn’t a person.  Just maybe I wasn’t going to get attacked in my own home.  Eventually I fell back asleep.  And as expected I had crazy dreams. 

In one dream I dreamed that we got a list of the bar exam results early here at the courthouse, and that Heather and I both passed.  In this dream, the courthouse had a law school attached to it, and the building had magical powers like Hogwarts.  And on this day that we were looking at the bar results, people kept randomly ending up in our offices from all the secret passage ways.  Did I ever tell you I have an overactive imagination?

My other dream was pretty humorous, and it involved one of my good friends from high school that I haven’t seen in a while, and a natural history museum that was also a library, and a boy trying to kiss me out of the blue in the museum.  Hilarious.  It also involved crowds of people and getting lost.  But it is more jumbled than the other dream. 

Enough about my dreams, let’s move on to real life.  Yesterday Elizabeth and were running on the trail, we ran 7 miles, and it was getting sort of dark at the end of our run.  So we were running really fast.  And we were singing to our respective ipods.  Out loud.  We were trying to ignore the fact that it was getting dark and we were really into our runs.  Well, these two guys on bikes come up behind us and basically ride along and listen to us sing for a while.  Gah.  I’m sure they thought we were really hot.  But they did make sure that we made it to our car safely which was sweet. 

I got to hang out with my precious friend Molly last night and make a new friend Lindsey.  It was really fun.  I ate enough mexican food to choke a small horse.  It was awesome.  I wish I had some right now.  There is nothing better than catching up with an old friend over cheese dip and huge draft beers. 

Did I mention that I find out whether or not I passed the bar exam today?  Cross your fingers.  I’ve never had so much invested in a test in my life and I’m not sure I’ve ever straight up failed something, so if I fail, I might need someone to scrap me up off the concrete.  But then again, it is only a test and I’ll get it next time if I don’t get it this time.  Geeze. 

Also, I’m going to the NYC tonight!  Get excited!  I can’t wait.  Libby, Jennifer, Maggie, Cristi and I are going to be the Deal or No Deal girls for halloween.  We are going to a party tomorrow night.  Libby mentioned this to her boss, and her boss mentioned it to someone that works at NBC (libby works for a media corporation), and yesterday NBC sent Libby over 5 Deal or No Deal Briefcases for us to use in our costumes!  HOW AWESOME IS THAT! Here is a picture –Deal_or_no_deal_001_1

If you are going to be in the City this weekend – hit me on the cell piece.  Kisses. 

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I know y’all get tired of hearing about my dreams, but last night’s dreams were spectacular – food, beer, football, and boats.   

Last night I dreamed that it was the UGA-LSU game (UGA doesn’t play LSU this year – but my subconscious is not concerned with that minor detail).  And for some reason I was on the field.  I don’t think I was a player, but I was on the field. 

And at half time I left the field and went inside.  When I came back out on the field, there were these huge balls of tinfoil (aluminum, what ev) full of low country boil, aka frogmore stew, Beaufort stew.  And I stopped someone on the field and I asked them how these huge piles of shrimp, corn, and new potatoes arrived on the field.  The person responded casually, Oh, a truck dropped them there at half time. 

I want to be clear about how big these piles of aluminum and yumminess were.  At least five or six feet tall.  HUGE.  They were like aluminum eggs full of low country boil.  Of course, you don’t cook low country boil in aluminum – or at least I never have.  But my subconscious isn’t concerned about that either.  And I love this stuff.  LOVE IT. 

Of course I can’t help it, I’m starving in my dream, so I go over and start eating shrimp off the pile.  They were the best shrimp I’ve ever tasted in my life.  The potatoes could have used a little pepper, they were a touch bland, but the shrimp were amazing. 

Keep in mind there is a football game going on during all of this.   Eventually I had to stop eating the shrimp and corn and potatoes because I got really full and I started to get nervous about the shrimp baking out in the hot sun for too long.  I don’t remember who won the game. 

My other dream last night involved a sailboat.  I wasn’t suppose to be on the sailboat, there were too many people for the race on the boat, we were going to make it too slow, in addition to the fact that I don’t know how to sail. At first I was really worried I was going to mess everything up.  But then they stopped off at a marina with a bar and let a couple of us get out.  It was like – sit here till we get back – oh yeah – they sell beer in there.  Libby was in this dream, and she was suppose to one of the people who stayed on the boat, but she really wanted to sit on the dock and drink beer with us (I don’t remember who "us" was), so we went through one of those – I don’t care, I’ll ride in the boat, no really, I don’t mind staying on the dock exchanges.  I think we both ended up on the dock but I don’t quite remember exactly. 

Too bad I can’t tell y’all all the juicy details of my real life.

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