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Dream: I was in this palatial movie theater that had a kind of garden forest in it, and I was winding my way around this maze of palm trees and decorative hedge sculptures and hanging vines and all kinds of crazy green stuff that didn't belong together in one climate. It looked sort of like the Amazonia exhibit at the National Zoo, and it was really strange and beautiful, but it was completely deserted except for me and I was scared that I would never find my way out.

(Frightening side note: Someone who looks like more like C*lin McC*sky than anyone except C*lin McC*sky possibly could is walking by my window RIGHT NOW, in a gray sweatshirt that says Iowa. I am serious, you guys. I'm scared he's going to come in here and... I don't even remember anything he used to do except be intimidating and wear those awful Big Dog shirts and conduct while holding a Coke or something in one hand, and how he once was upset with me for not wanting to try out for district band on mallets because I'd already spent three months learning the oboe piece and that was nice of him. Holy C*lin McC*sky outside my window, I am so not even kidding.)

But then I guess I did find my way out of the forest somehow and I was in the movie theater, which was totally shuttered and closed -- it was like a ghost town with the weathered storefronts and a big wide road that ran down the middle of part of the theater. It was really windy inside, and I was walking forever down these silent carpeted hall/roads, past abandoned popcorn stands and broken-down doors and burned-out cars. (I remember consciously thinking in the dream that it was sort of like the world in a book I just read, Amnesia Moon, where one of the characters lives inside an old movie theater in this post-apocalyptic hellhole, but it wasn't really like this.) I went into one of the actual theaters, and instead of a screen there was a huge abstract painting of concentric circles, and all of the empty chairs were staring up at it silently. This was around the time that I once again realized it was totally deserted and I didn't know my way out, and that was when I woke up.

How obvious can you get. Abandonment concerns, anyone? And please pass the anxiety.

Alissa, queen of the biographical dreamers, just told me about a dream she had this week in which she and Dave let me out of a car and watched as I lay in the middle of the road and an eight-lane-wide truck came barelling toward me. This movie theater thing doesn't seem quite as dramatic as that, but still. A bit creepy.

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Unrelated: Would any of you be sad to see the fortune cookies go when I give this page a facelift, or would you survive? I'm a little attached to them myself, but I'm not sure how they'll fit in with my new minimalist leanings.