Dream Sampling No. 9

7.19.08













Jason Bateman and I fell in love in Africa. He was there establishing some frozen banana stands and I was starting up an art school for blind kids. He donated so many frozen bananas to the school. The kids could not believe their eyes.

...I've been watching too much Arrested Development.

Dream Sampling No. 8

4.29.08























Andy was going to give Rach a tattoo around her mid section. It was a saying or proverb about rabbits, along with some bunny illustrations. Rach had a crush on him and liked him too much to stand up for her body. She was too blinded by love to be able to see that a rabbit tattoo would be completely stupid. I had to stand up for her and her mid section and tell Andy, 'no.'

Dream Sampling No. 7

4.9.08

I went on a run through the forest as the sun was setting. I stopped to rest on a bench, but I had forgotten that a certain type of snake would always try to bite me when I was on that bench, and I'd have to kill it with a plastic sword which happened to be laying around. I had a feeling one of them was my friend, so I said, "Ryan, is that you?" He curled up, protecting his head with his snake body and nodded 'yes.'

I want the road.

I am itchy. I am feeling the itch. There's something out on the wind calling my name. It's a little whispery song that says, "Annie, get up away from your desk for a little while and play. Come to europe and play. Mkay?"

I think it's time for me to go. But this is what I want: a Europe friend. I was all for venturing out on my own awhile ago, but I've realized over the past months that I want a wonderful soul to share it all with, to look back on the adventure in years to come, to reminisce, and laugh and cry and blow our noses over all the things that are going to happen. But who is that person? Who can swing it, both financially and time-ancially?

Where are you my little friend? My little companion? Who wants to join me with the sticks slung over our shoulders, bandanas tied to the end, full of bread, cheese, toothpaste and a clean shirt?

Come on, let's go...

Dream Sampling No. 6

8.30.09

"Walking into town from my mountain home. There were lots of riots and fighting going on due to health care and Obama and Michael Jackson. So many people throwing rocks and shooting guns. I was afraid. I almost got shot. I got pissed at someone who threw a rock so I threw one off the back of the truck and it almost hit Michael Jackson. He tried to throw one back and it was an awkward throw. I felt bad and hand signaled him that I was sorry and he did it back. We held up peace signs and pretended to hug and made up. We drove away. His face was sort of black and charcoaled from a fire someone set off. He also looked like a skeleton."