My son has been having a recurring dream. About a talking pig. He encounters it in his grandmother’s backyard in North Carolina. The pig says to him “hey, what’s up?” before dashing off to chase dogs. If only my dreams were so awesome! But mine tend to be on the upsetting side so I am thankful I rarely remember them. I did wake myself up the other night, standing on my bed, sleep shouting while hurling a glow-in-the-dark jellyfish toy against the wall. No idea what I was shouting, or dreaming for that matter, but it’s probably for the best.
Five good things:
- Such beautiful monsters and some other creepier illustrations.
- An excerpt from artist Naoyuki Tsuji’s “A Feather Stare at the Dark” (2003), a simplistic, yet hauntingly surreal, hand-drawn animation made from charcoal drawings.
- The hobbit in under two minutes
- I had never seen Hold Me While I’m Naked by the Kuchar Brothers. Love it!
- Futurama: Zapp Brannigans Guide to Making Love at a Woman
This weekend has been rather full. Had friends over Friday night. Saturday we went to a record sale, the closeout sale of an eclectic furniture store, a wedding reception and a hello/goodbye party for an old friend who is off to spend another year in Mauritania. Today has been about taking care of business - laundry, cleaning, the kid’s homework, working out, etc. - but this afternoon we will depart for another installment of picnic club! And the weather couldn’t be more perfect for it. Next weekend, a bachelorette party and the boy’s birthday party. The weekend after that, another wedding! Then we will be hurled into October which will see a Wisconsin/Illinois road trip and our beloved annual Halloween celebrations. Busy bees are we.
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Sharyn,
I love your son’s dream. It is interesting to me what a sub-consious mind shows us. I think when we are young are mind in not as muddled, so yet they can be deep– they are not as dark, and sometimes tainted as the ones we adults have??
I remember, real clearly, one from gradeschool. I was with my mom and Rachelle (ha!)and we were in a beautiful ballroom. I had a statue (a bust) talk with me. There he was, art in the room, yet having a conversation with me. I chalked it up to the claymation I would watch on Electric Company.
Well, probably info overload for you, but i enjoyed your post.
i hate grammer errors. ;)
I hope he’s not dreaming about that freaky pig with the red eyes from The Amityville Horror! *shudder*
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