I have been dreaming of tornadoes almost every night, and listening almost exclusively to Tori Amos. Her girls are good company…

Last night I dreamed of maybe accepting a proposal for menage-a-trois because the other girl was being inviting and accepting, but there were too many adventures distracting me – including the tornadoes, which we hid from in my parents’ downstairs basement. The night before I doubled back to rescue my razor as Daniel and I sought shelter from a glowering sky: at first in this glassy business tower to which we were denied admission by the asshole CEOs, then in a nook in the weird architecture. Suddenly I had my cat in my arms and he was not happy, biting me, and I was so scared of what might happen to him. A wisp of the tornado reached down to touch my leg, then it was all over. Daniel and I looked at each other, like, “weird”. Then the sky was sunny again, and I went out onto a landing which overlooked the downtown city. There was an asshole CEO grilling hot dogs – he had these really long wieners and short buns, and showed me “how the classy people live” – by breaking their long wieners in half and having double meat in the bun. I was amazed because this is how I have always eaten hot dogs. He was all, wink wink, comrad.

So I have been having tornado dreams for a while and numerous times I have thought the situations the dreams were alluding to had been resolved. (the big one being leaving my crappy old job) So the more I examine my life for potential reasons, the more disillusioned I get. Here is a definition for dreams of tornadoes that seems most accurate to my plague:

Vast life changes, for better or for worse, are looming in the near future. Whether the changes are for better or worse can be deduced from other symbols in the dream.

I think foreclosure is the main affliction and the antidote, and that moving to uptown in October will be the domino shove of solutions to most of our problems.
And at least they’re dream tornadoes, and not real ones!

On the subject of weather, I hope there is more rain soon. There was last year.

I never got around to announcing my approaching holiday to Canada to visit parents and friends, and when I got there I discovered that I had no idea what my WordPress password was; I had relied upon this computer to remember it. Then it was busy busy busy! between efforts towards house-cleaning, working, quitting my job and making investments in my artistry, which is what I will pledge myself to full-force during the lapse of employment. I do have my hopes set on another job, which I would probably like best at the low end of full-time. This job would be what I enjoy doing as someone’s employee: pumping out sdelicious espresso drinks all day long! And that was what the presence of an espresso machine fooled me into thinking this job would entail. Yesterday, I made one latte. And it was smooth and delightful and I fucked up the art on it but it looked intentional anyway. But I do like to make more than one a day.

I have been in a mood since watching a bit of the Illusionist at my parents’ house for stories of that complexity and time period. My last dream was something between I Capture the Castle and the Other Boleyn Girl set as usual in a distorted version of the house I grew up in: there were two princes and I was one of two princesses, but my sister was set up to marry the prince who was Daniel and I had a horrid gross prince for a fiance. He gave me a vibrator as a present. It was on when he did so and it went roaring around the floor. My parents were there, laughing hysterically. I just wept, and schemed of how to marry Daniel instead.

On Sunday’s flight back to the twin cities I ate a sandwich just before a very turbulent landing, and got so nauseated I had something of a 12-hour flu, all achy and feverish. Now I have a nice hacking cough, and the usual allergy symptoms here and there. We are approaching the dreadfully hot part of twin cities summer and I don’t know what I’m going to do about it, besides hound myself constantly about my water intake.

Visiting Calgary again was lovely as always, I always feel like I am waking up from a dream when I arrive there. Short visit though. But I got to see some people I hadn’t seen since before I moved, and unfortunately missed important other ones. But that’s how it goes. My old house is lovely in the summer, I spent a darn good amount of time on the patio or in the garden squeezing my cat and feeding him pea pods. I honestly try not to reflect on recently made memories from Calgary trips too much, not when I have to go to my job where I am miserable in an hour.

Doing my show rounds I discovered Joanna Newsom is to play a show on the day after Daniel’s birthday in Chicago. I did calculations despite the timely inconvenientness and it would be too expensive anyway. I would have paid in a heartbeat to see her play with Bjork there last fall if I had heard of it a bit sooner than after the fact, though! Although simply Ys with a full orchestra… well, I’m not going to think about it, but I know that there will come a time when she isn’t focusing on that anymore and I do hope I don’t miss it entirely.

We will be going to see the opening of The Dark Knight tonight.

Currently I am working on a blouse that was inspired in part by Bill Clinton’s would-be First Lady dress in the Onion, in part by current trends. :)