Later: Oh! Now I remember! The dream was switching back and forth between our old horse and a huge stable and (I think california feel locations) and K@@@@M- who is another story completely. It was taking place on his 6th ave store which always actually shows up as if everything had been tore down and rebuilt and as if he owned a house next sttore and shared his office complex duplex style with some white physicians who were clueless. But it was still an animal shop and for some reason when I have this dream he is knowing I am about, but it is as if I sneak in when he is absent and as if this is an ' understood arrangement" It's pretty creepy-but I'd like to stop having that dream. I don't need to see his face any more. As to the horse. It was work related as in a boss was running the low key family relaxion. That it is a horse I know and love (for what it was worth) is amazing. I never got to say goodbye or even spend much time. In the dream, whatever the cause of the gathering, I defiantly or non caring went to his stall (though boss knew) and took him. We rode near delapidated fences of well drainage wet rototilled small lands. He was big and well muscled and perfect shit brown--and happy to have the attention because for some reason concerning a sibling I dont particularly care for, he had been left with minimal care and musty rigging in some far off forgotten back corner. Then in the dream for some reason there were others who were visiting south and I had to find my way to help them get retrieved by their trretrival deadline. Something about engines. I don't remember. Then back to the K@@@@m dream. These dreams somewhat maybe parellel a couple of segments of my kidhood. There was the good and the bad. The many different families. The few different states. And all the travels and circumstances and understandings between. I was 90 by 14. Mon Last week of Summer: well, another dream; this one I was a spider who had it's web disturbed abuptly for a spit second. (felt awful jarring with all those eyes. Now I did recently have a spider encounter that lasted a few weeks, involving the running machine of green river victim's mother number 40 (something). I understand. If I was a spider, I'd want my web there two. However, I gave up running rights. So, as like training a dog, and it took twice, I let the spider know my trouble and apologees. While sitting nearby a bush after that I got that fear factor and realized I was staring at him. He had moved right after that. And I hope the dream was not that in his new place the swallows had gotten him. had food poisioning. I now know it is latex-fruit variety. What this means is that a person with latex allergies may be allergic to certain foods based upon the fact that the allergy is a protien shared by both varieties. met a new cat recently. While sitting I looked over and saw a face in the shadows. I'm scared of racoons that close. But it was a cat with the oddist geneology. It didn't want to be touched but wanted to. So we managed the first hellos. OH, then today, while sleeping to "The Interperter" which I was trying to watch for a second time with latex-fruit allergy reaction, before getting it back to its owner, I dreampt of K@@@m. I dont remember the dream now. Having woke up abupty to the blah blah blah of the menu screen indicating that once again I had fallen asleep by scene 6t of a favorite movie. Forget typos. It was of the hospital setting-and people. Sun 5 Aug: I saw the most wonderful cat today on the drive home from work. It was grey. A grey tiger. Thursday 9 Aug: I got bit 10 times by an aggressive house spider over the course of the last week. I know this because I have killed 3 aggressive house spiders of the same size in the vicinity. That and well the other.. So. I am anemic today. I notice when I scratched my hand aon accident and the blood ran like more like water. It just took me by surprise is all. I am NEVER anemic. I wonder if it had anything to do with the spiders. I havent killed that one yet-and he hasn't hunted me to the next room either. shrug. lazy girls don't fumigate. Some day In August.. OK fine. Not wanting to fold out my bed I fell asleep on the floor in front of the tele bundled in an array of mess and blankets. Or was it not wanting to climb into the bed I had already folded out...I don't remember. Anyways, I skipped the bed for some reason. Sometimes it falls down, and is rickety-I hate that, though love the size. Hence the experience. The background: the light was on, sometimes that agitates me during sleeping, glaring into me somewhat over time, making me wake cranky. But what happened was weird. Not neccessarily a dream. Not not a dream. First was the stumach pain and the feeling of electrically disturbed air. A low buzzing. Heat, as in menopause. Then immense belly pain, followed by, characteristic, feeling like bile. To this I tensed full body resulting in a somewhat of a siezing stone like feeling, that of a flexed muscle, holding, ..in my heart. So I woke, realizing that it must be the floor (I tend to be environmentally challanged)-and fixed my bed, which I still can't remember if it was folded or just in its state of broken. Went for a ...drink of 02 probably, and had a thought/impression as I was getting there. It was "And that was a snake". My thoughts wandered to the likely /unlikely likely hood of snakes being able to exist beneath my abode and of the species of them in my region in general, taking in to consideration the likely/unlikely likely hood of such a thing as transported/escaped exotics and the spicies and poisions/manners of their kill methods, ect. And then I didn't think on it but for the knawing that I should write it here as this is one of my favorite abstractly screened for appropriate content diary's. Besides, writing is painful and complicated and would come something like "I dreampt of a snake" bye!