Hop aboard the sleepytime express....

The past two nights have been full of interesting dreams. I wanted them, so I invited them by reading some of Gordy's dream notes. Two nights ago,I visited my dream city (which I'm debating calling San Orleans, given that it has characteristics of San Francisco and New Orleans.) I had an apartment similar to my studio in SF, with hardwood floors and big windows. The difference was that there was a bedroom in the front of the apartment that you had to walk through to get to the main room. This is the first apartment I have ever had in New Francisco (I like that better),and it was on Sutter Street (the street I lived on IRL). I went to the nightclub down the block. Instead of the Middle Eastern market, there was a coffeehouse on the other side of the club. In the club, the lights were very bright and there was a hardwood stage on one side. The club had morphed into an audition run by Bill and Lee Helder. I worried about my footwear--I wore boots with high heels and pointy toes, not exactly good shoes for an audition.

(I should make it clear that all these places--the nightclub, the market, the coffeehouse--are part of my dream city, not real life places. I have visited them before and I will again. I'm looking forward to visiting the coffeehouse next time. There'a another coffeehouse across town, but they make sandwiches and other stuff--it doesn't look like this one does anything but coffee.)

The next dream was about cats. There was a kitten very much like my cat Dante when he was a kitten. The other cats were all black and white longhairs (Maine Coons, perhaps?) I was trying to keep them separated so they wouldn't fight. I would put two outside and keep two inside, and then switch them. I finally let them all inside and let them fight it out, because the weather was getting bad.

I will write more about my dreams from that night and last night also, but I need to start getting ready for my lesson with Dami--we are working at 2 rather than 4. Hanging up now....