Dreams frustrate me

I had an amazing dream. It was detailed and fantastic and complex. There were bichon frise dogs, friends, motorcycles, spaceships, and Queen Amidala. I shape-shifted, and I climbed through an electric fence. I saw Emerson Mounger (a random IT guy from Saxon) drive by in a dune buggy, and I hid from him because I didn't know if he was on "my side" or not. I rode a motorcycle with two other escapees and we leaned inward too far on a turn and flipped, but got back up and on the bike again.

And yet now, when I try to remember the storyline of the dream, to share it with you, it all eludes me. I get the bits and pieces, but they don't want to fit together.

Which is too much like my memory. I could never relate a story about making cheerleader in 8th grade, but I could tell you about checking the posting on the gym door to see if my number was there, or the first day I went to school in my outfit, or being introduced at a pep rally. Little 5-second bits of information. Moments.

Oh, if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one.
Let the moment go, don't forget it for a moment, though.
Now I understand -- and it's time to leave the woods.

Many thanks to Steven Sondheim.

Dreams frustrate me

I had an amazing dream. It was detailed and fantastic and complex. There were bichon frise dogs, friends, motorcycles, spaceships, and Queen Amidala. I shape-shifted, and I climbed through an electric fence. I saw Emerson Mounger (a random IT guy from Saxon) drive by in a dune buggy, and I hid from him because I didn't know if he was on "my side" or not. I rode a motorcycle with two other escapees and we leaned inward too far on a turn and flipped, but got back up and on the bike again.

And yet now, when I try to remember the storyline of the dream, to share it with you, it all eludes me. I get the bits and pieces, but they don't want to fit together.

Which is too much like my memory. I could never relate a story about making cheerleader in 8th grade, but I could tell you about checking the posting on the gym door to see if my number was there, or the first day I went to school in my outfit, or being introduced at a pep rally. Little 5-second bits of information. Moments.

Oh, if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one.
Let the moment go, don't forget it for a moment, though.
Now I understand -- and it's time to leave the woods.

Many thanks to Steven Sondheim.

The Loss of a Friend

Tonight was the series finale -- not just the season, the SERIES finale -- of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I remember the first time Scot told me about the show, and how Troy forced me to watch tape after tape when he heard I had not seen it yet.. and how I was instantly a fan.

Five years of fun. It may seems silly to be so connected to a TV show, but I was. Every character I've cheered for, been mad at, hoped for, and cried about. And now it's over.

Now it's time to collect the episodes on tape.

The Loss of a Friend

Tonight was the series finale -- not just the season, the SERIES finale -- of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I remember the first time Scot told me about the show, and how Troy forced me to watch tape after tape when he heard I had not seen it yet.. and how I was instantly a fan.

Five years of fun. It may seems silly to be so connected to a TV show, but I was. Every character I've cheered for, been mad at, hoped for, and cried about. And now it's over.

Now it's time to collect the episodes on tape.