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Don't ask me why I am up so damn early...partly disgruntled over something and partly freaked out by a long, engaging nightmare (complete with sad ghosts, a haunted house, freakin' zombies, pretty pop stars, and friends and co-workers galore).
Last night, JP and I went to Maria's costume party and I introduced him to the gang. The consensus was that we are complete opposites, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. Everyone looked cute in their costumes. Their family played silly games and we drank beer and gabbed. Very nice altogether.
Came home and eventually fell asleep and had the long, scary dream.
I can't get the image of the ghosts out of my head: a sad woman with white hair and a small child in a black coat. My sister and my mom were in this haunted house, trying to clean it out and I was doomed to ride some van with the ghosts over and over again. When I tried to sleep, the ghosts would make noise or knock things over to get my attention. I tried going to all my friends' and even my boss' house to try and get some sleep, but could not. I ran into some icky pop stars (i.e. Justin Timberlake) who wanted to stay in our haunted house but it made the ghosts mad. My brother bought an eleven thousand dollar engagement ring for a girlfriend that I never saw and there was something very poignant about the whole vignette as we only ever saw the dress the girl was "supposed" to wear. Finally, the dream climaxed by the nearby cemetary catching fire and the zombies attacking and eating people, including my displaced pop stars. I remember my relief that the ghosts were being released. Creepy.
Traditionally what we should do today is go hang out in a graveyard with all my dead relatives, bringing them flowers and food along with some pictures and candles. But since we have so many family members at different cemetaries, we pick different holidays to visit their graves and today just kinda gets forgotten. But I like the idea of Day of the Dead. I mean, Remembrance should have been my middle name. ^_~
Last night, JP and I went to Maria's costume party and I introduced him to the gang. The consensus was that we are complete opposites, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. Everyone looked cute in their costumes. Their family played silly games and we drank beer and gabbed. Very nice altogether.
Came home and eventually fell asleep and had the long, scary dream.
I can't get the image of the ghosts out of my head: a sad woman with white hair and a small child in a black coat. My sister and my mom were in this haunted house, trying to clean it out and I was doomed to ride some van with the ghosts over and over again. When I tried to sleep, the ghosts would make noise or knock things over to get my attention. I tried going to all my friends' and even my boss' house to try and get some sleep, but could not. I ran into some icky pop stars (i.e. Justin Timberlake) who wanted to stay in our haunted house but it made the ghosts mad. My brother bought an eleven thousand dollar engagement ring for a girlfriend that I never saw and there was something very poignant about the whole vignette as we only ever saw the dress the girl was "supposed" to wear. Finally, the dream climaxed by the nearby cemetary catching fire and the zombies attacking and eating people, including my displaced pop stars. I remember my relief that the ghosts were being released. Creepy.
Traditionally what we should do today is go hang out in a graveyard with all my dead relatives, bringing them flowers and food along with some pictures and candles. But since we have so many family members at different cemetaries, we pick different holidays to visit their graves and today just kinda gets forgotten. But I like the idea of Day of the Dead. I mean, Remembrance should have been my middle name. ^_~
