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Sunday, Jan. 14, 2007 @ 8:12 pm
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I don't normally write about most of my dreams as they tend toward the bizarre and surreal and I only remember about 1/4th of them anyway. But this last one was a real doozy.

I don't know if its the craisins or sudden insatiable craving I have for roast vegetables, or maybe I just need to lay off the raisin bran.

I must also preface this by saying, In real life I am in no way anything close to an exhibitionist. I see nothing wrong with dressing a little sexily but I have limits.

My dream self apparently has none.

for some reason (in my dream, people), I was totally unable to find that perfect shirt/bra combination I needed for where I was going. Where that was I still have no idea.

Instead of doing like most women and just picking something, I did what made the most sense. I went to the local consignment shop to find it. ONly I was so disappointed by all that was available in my closet I didn't bother to put on any shirt/bra combination.

Yup me and the girls were parusing thru the racks, while flapping in the breeze. I did have one hand across my chest, though with DD's, I wasnt' hiding much.

Where it really starts to get weird (ER) is that nobody in the store seemed to even notice, much less think twice about why someone was shopping topless. Everyone was acting like it was just an normal occurance.

I don't even want to contimplate the fact that the temps of late have been in the negative double digits. Apparently in my dream weather wasn't a factor either.

Sometimes my mind scares me.

And worse yet, I never did locate that perfect bra/shirt combo.


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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.