Strange dreams and anniversaries.

Today is the six-month anniversary of my tumble down the stairs in front of my apartment, wherein I broke my tailbone and subsequently changed my whole life.

Okay, maybe that's exaggerating just a little, but that's what it feels like sometimes. I mean, in the past six months, I've adopted a new faith, made significant lifestyle changes (I mean, like, I recycle now...not obnoxiously, but pretty faithfully, believe it or not), added a new cat to my household, ended one band and started building a new one, changed roommates, passed the three-years-in-one-place milestone without up and moving away, grown closer and more connected to a wonderful community, redecorated my apartment, gained a nephew, decided to try to integrate action into my politics, and so much more stuff that's really tough to express in words.

And all because I spent ten weeks at home, sitting on my broke ass staring at the wall. I mean, with all that change, where did I have two months to do nothing?

I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamt I went back to school at Pitt, where I went the first time, only the dorm where I'd lived before was somehow merged with the Convent I used to live in...very strange. Anyway, so I'm back at school, and my brother and one of my uncles and some of my cousins came on this big expedition to visit me, and left behind a suitcase full of dirty clothes and a cell phone. A really old, clunky, ugly cell phone, circa 1989 or something.

One of my other uncles was a professor at Pitt (very strange, as he's a construction dude in real life), and he was helping me get the suitcase together and into my dorm room, out of the hall where the guys had left it. Meanwhile, I notice that in the suitcase is my dog, PeVe, so I grab him and drag the suitcase (which isn't really that big, but was totally heavy) into my room.

((sidenote: I can't tell you how awesome it was to hold my puppy...every now and then I miss him so much. Even now, when I woke up from this dream with two cuddly kitties purring me awake, I still miss his furry little face. No matter how I love other pets, I don't think there will ever be another PeVe. ))

So, when I get to my room, I suddenly realize that I'm not me....I'm this actor chick named Kate who I know through a couple totally unrelated connections. She's blond and well, an actress. Anyway, so suddenly I'm her, and I'm having to make an announcement about dinner through the school PA (how weird is that?)...so, I grab this very weird rattly rattan doo-dad that doesn't resemble anything useful whatsoever, and I start shaking it around so the little rattly parts shake together and sound like leaves falling. Then I lean into the PA's mic and yell "Suuuuuuuuuuuey! Suey!" like I'm calling pigs.

Next thing you know, I'm in trouble (apparently I've called a whole school pigs) and have to hide somewhere - my uncle (who's actually been around this whole time) suggests I hide in the attic. I say, "Oh, I knew someone who lived in the attic - my old roomie April."

And then I woke up.

The mayer, my mom, and meteor showers...

Last night was a weird one.

I'm stressing myself into a cold, and so last night, after working just a wee bit late, I hied me home and, after a few quick tunes to keep the fingers nimble and the voice ship-shape, I hit the bed. Like, at 8:30. I know, sort of unbelieveable. But true, nevertheless.

I dreamed a peculiar dream involving John Mayer, my mom, and meteor showers.

We were in Chicago, only it was a futuristic Chicago, with all these tube-like transport things instead of the el, and these underground trains nothing like the subways now.

So, he and I and my mom, who at this point in the dream was not *my* mom, but John's mom (how weird is that?) - we were walking up a grass-covered hill by the lake, when his mom (my mom) and I saw a shooting star. We both pointed and exclaimed, although we called it a comet (which it patently was not). Next thing you know, shooting stars are everywhere, and we can see big meteors coming through the atmostphere and hitting the ground not far from where we were standing. It was straight out of one of those dorky meteor-ends-the-world movies from a few years back. Anyway, we're all scared at this point, and next thing I know, John grabs me and wraps his arms around me all protective-like.

I don't think I can adequately describe the dream-magnified sense of safety and comfort that I felt. It was something I've just never actually felt - this feeling of being safe and supported and protected and cherished...it was amazing. If I could find a way to tap that feeling in waking life...I don't know what, but I bet I'd be a much more contented soul than I am now.

Anyway, we stayed locked like that until the meteors stopped falling around us, and then after a few minutes, I got self-conscious about clinging to a rock star like some dumbass bimbette, and pulled away.

He gave me this really sweet, really adorable grin and reached down to take my hand. Needless to say, even in my sleep, my heart was fluttering.

We walked a few blocks, the three of us, to some underground train station thing, and then the dream got weirder.

Suddenly my mom wasn't John's mom anymore, she was my mom again, and she and I were standing outside this grocery store. We wanted to go in, but I didn't have on shoes. There were shoes everywhere all over the sidewalk leading under this archway onto the parking lot, but none of these shoes would fit me, and so I couldn't go in. I kept trying on pair after pair, but nothing fit, and I started crying.

That would be when I woke up, scratching my head and pulling a purring cat off my face.

Yeah, I have no idea what the hell that dream means. Other than a reminder that I have big feet and probably need to get laid.

In song news....it's picking back up in the ratings: back to 4.4 stars, and climbing back to where it was in the ranks.

You can kick me, sure, but I don't stay down long.