|it snowed the day before yesterday
||[Apr. 19th, 2006|11:27 pm]
that would be an ecumenical matter
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so i had this dream that merly streep was my mom. her hair kept changing color and length as she was arguing with this random guy that was apparently my dad. he started to get angry and told her to stop changing hair-dos, she replied "you know its my hobby!" so she turned out to be an evil person that was trying to kill me and my twin. we were little kids at the time, and my dad was able to save us and get rid of her somehow. years later when we were older my dad said that we could talk to our mom if we placed two mirrors facing each other. me and my twin sister were dressed in white 18th century night gowns and we lived in this stone castle. so we went down to some obsure room in the house and we found this statue of a raven who was apparently our mom. so we started to rub some kind of black tar or grease over its gnarled claws, then we found two mirrors and arranged them in the proper way to arouse her from this statue. her face began to appear very hazely, then she suddenly burst out of the mirror; we realized our mistake in trying to revive her and started running through this desolate dying garden with white arches, dead leaves and vines, and old ruinous stone walls, then i woke up. i was really unhappy not to find out what happened. the image of rubbing black tar over the gnarled statue of a raven is engraved in my mind though...it was kinda cool. the colors were very muted greys and blues but then really bright whites, very interesting dream. i wanted to share a portion of what my brain does when left to its own thoughts.