The beach in San Diego. How I long to spend all my days watching the waves crash along the shore. I believe this must of been in August of 2005. My sister married her husband on a yacht on a sunny afternoon in San Diego, so I spent some time going back and forth with her before and after the wedding.
My drive to work this morning was full of sights not often seen in the dessert. It was wonderful. Fog looming over treetops with cacti in the foreground… lush green golf courses with rolling soft hills covered in frost… patches of warm sunlight peeking through the clouds, bouncing off the sand colored mansions built into the mountainside….I felt like I was dreaming, like I never woke up and was still sound asleep.
I have a bit of a cold this week and took some sleeping pills and went to bed super early last night. I thought if I had a peaceful, restful sleep, I would awake fresh and well… perhaps I feel better, it’s still too early to tell.
I had another wild dream last night. I tried out for a basketball team and made it. Now you know it’s a dream, for I am not the most athletic pinhole photographer. I knew in my dream I was shocked and I felt like I needed to practice. I ended up at this guys house. He also made the team, he lived with his parents. We were eating sandwiches and drinking bottled soda. I shook my soda, put my finger over the top, but could not stop the streaming sweet liquid from spraying over the wall and his mother’s photographs. His friend went to grab a wash cloth and said, what can I mix with water to clean this mess up. Someone said powdered clorox. Some powder fell on the table, but perhaps it was sugar because I dropped something into the powder fished it out and swallowed it, and it was sweet tasting.
The game that we were picked to play in, was in Italy. We had to buy tickets, leave tomorrow and play the game at 1pm on Friday. I got confused when I bought my ticket and instead bought a one way ticket to Italy for $1400 to the wrong city. My ticket came to me in a pouch filled with delicious olive oil. Mind you, as soon as I purchased the ticket online, the pouch was in my hand. If I did not open the pouch/ticket I could have returned it, but I opened it and was stuck with a one way ticket to Italy. At first I thought, I will just drive to my destination, but found out the city I was flying into, was on the opposite end of the country and I would never have made it. I started to panic, but went to the airport anyway. My teammates boarded their planes, they bought tickets to the right city and round trip for $400.
I landed in Italy, made friends with an Italian man who helped me find the city I was looking for. By the time I got there, the game was over… ONLY the game was no longer a basketball game, it was a play. We found a tabloid style magazine and with plus size super model Emme on the cover. Inside the magazine on every single page was gossip and evil bashing about me. Apparently my roll in the play was to hold the basket of carrots and although I only had one line, I had the most important part in the play. I knew my only hope was to find Emme and get back home. We searched everywhere for her. We even ended up in a strange movie-house, not a theater, but a room painted in browns and greens with folding chairs and a movie screen. The room was jam packed with people, but there was Emme. We walked towards her and, then I woke up….
I have no idea if I made it back home or not… BUT really, I have this reoccurring daydream that I buy a one way ticket to Italy and move there. I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO LIVE IN ITALY!!!! Sometimes I stare at my computer screen at work and daydream of moving somewhere more exciting… and Italy is definitely in my top 5 places of ‘one way ticket daydreams’.