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Childhood Memories

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I used to love thumbing through the stack of National Geographic magazines we had in our house when I was little. My love of nature was influenced by how much time we spent exploring the outdoors and also by the likes of Jane Goodall, Dian Fossey, David Bellamy and Sir David Attenborough. I loved the Life On Earth television series and Attenborough’s captivating passion for conservation. Bellamy was always fun to watch as he got right in there with plants and insects. I was mesmerized by Goodall’s interactions with Chimpanzees and Fossey’s work humanizing Silverback Gorillas. I often dreamed of visiting the far off regions explored in the shows and on the vibrant pages of those magazines. I dreamed of being a traveler, exploring and loving nature the same way my idols did. I wanted to be a photographer, I wanted to be the person who brought these places, people, animals and art to life on those pages I poured over in the magazines. I had one hell of an imagination when I was young, a fearless spirit and a love for learning. Sometimes I wish I could tap back into that kid and capture just an ounce of her unshakable confidence and her unwavering trust in humanity.

American Idol – I had a dream!

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I didn’t think I’d like the new panel on American Idol last night, but have to say I was pleasantly surprised!  I still have much love for Mr. Simon Cowell and will miss his brutal honesty, but I have to say so far me likey the new panel!

HOWEVER…

The addition of Steven Tyler conjured up some… lets say… memories?! 

 When we were younger my sister told me of a sordid dream she’d had, starring none other than Jack Nicholson, and how it freaked her out as she didn’t know what to make of it!  I laughed when she told me and probably poked fun a bit until…

I had a dream! 

No, not a Martin Luther King kind of dream, but my own sordid dream starring Steven Tyler, in which we shared a bath, and I shall say no more! 

*cue love in an elevator music*

 Ever since that dream I’ve had a weird sort of sexual attraction to the man?  I know  Maybe it’s the rocker bad boy thing, the it factor or his mouth (I have a weird infatuation with mouths), but I had long forgotten about it until I watched Idol last night.  

I have to say Steven Tyler still has it and in it I mean he’s got sex appeal! There I said it! 

I like the energy he brings to the show and will probably be a fan of the new season. 

So tell me… Do you have an attraction to someone who’s so not your normal type? Have you ever had a sordid dream that freaked you out?  Go on tell us about it! 😉

My Crazy Dream

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I had the craziest dream last night…..

I was in a house unfamiliar to me, checking all the locks, scared of something.  Meghan was with me, she went upstairs, I was worried.  Am I depressed? Crazy?  What’s going on?

I blink and my dream changes….

Now I’m  in a car with my husband.  I tell him “I want to go home”.

“That’s not our home”  he replies his eyes still forward.

“Where’s Meghan?”  Silence.

“Let me out!”  I yell .

In a flash we’re both standing on a cobbled road,  a road  I recognize.  I  start walking but my husband doesn’t follow.  There’s town’s square and the clock tower on the left, it’s Church Street, a little cobbled street in the heart of the town I grew up in.  In front of me there’s a wall of some sort of dust coming at me like a wave.  I close my eyes and step though it, turning around to warn my husband, but he’s not there.

I blink again,  I’m floating, there’s a big beautiful green tree in front of me that I admire.  A sound catches my attention, I turn, it”s  an eerie music, I listen…… it’s drawing me to the clock tower.  I feel like I shouldn’t go, but I can’t turn away, I’m in some sort of trance.

I feel something hit me, hard and fast and I’m going up, so fast, too fast, I can’t stop, I can’t see anything.  It feels like lots of pulsing waves are moving through my torso.  My eyes open wide, I’m in my bedroom and it still feels like  waves are going through my body.  Is it adrenaline?  Am I dying?  Is it my grandmother? Am I possessed?  My body slowly calms down.  I’m waiting for a panic attack to come, but it doesn’t.

I look over at Meghan, she’s sleeping peacefully.  I touch hubby and he stirs enough for me to tell him “I think I had a nightmare”.

He climbs out of bed, scoots Meghan over, and climbs in behind me.  I tell him everything.   He doesn’t look at me like I’m crazy, I love that about him. 

“I’m afraid to go back to sleep” I whisper “I don’t want to close my eyes”.

He tells me not to worry and gets up to turn a light on, knowing it will make me a little more comfortable. 

My eyes close and I fall back asleep.

Analyze that one Dr. Sigmund Freud.

This is what comes of finishing “New Moon” right before I go to bed.   No more vampire books or scary movies before bed for me anymore.