Hi,

I won't be online much, today--blogging, I mean. I have had the idea of a 10 min. play bouncing around my head for months now, and suddenly I literally woke this morning, full of ideas and ready to rock n' roll with it, so I'm turning on the music, opening up my openoffice writer and plunging into writing full-bloody-tilt.

It's a private little project, and I don't intend to show it to anyone, it's just something I felt I've wanted to do, for a long time.

Anyway, I actually had a pretty decent night's sleep for a change. But...weird, weird dreams--nice dreams, mostly, but very vivid and strange.

Alright, have a go at these, and tell me you don't think them odd:

First, I was standing in a car park outside a medical building, and meet this dentist, and he tells me he's going to help me with my bad tooth (which actually still does bother me)---and he was soo--nice. (Usually what dentists I've had in my lifetime, were pompous jerks.)

Fast forward: I'm in a riding ring at a riding stable, with a couple of other girls. We're in a lesson, and this paint horse (that's what we call a piebald colour in the US) was acting up, and no one could ride it, but then I jumped up on it--without a bridle, and made it do all these fancy maneuvers with just my body language. Everyone was impressed...(especially me, I'd be hard-pressed to even get in the saddle, these days). Then, someone was upset, 'cos the horse had hardly any tail, and the riding instructor was reaching into the horse's arse (I kid you not) and pulling out something that was stuck in there, saying that's why the tail had stoppped growing.

Then, I'm at another stable--this time the one that I used to ride and work at when I was on a 30 day work-study aprenticeship project at my old high school. Only, I was told by the owner of the stable, that I could have a horse of my own, if I joined some kind of folk dancing group. EY?

Yeah, and then in my dream, I'm dressed in this ankle-length plain skirt outfit, and I'm at a garden party, talking with people, and then everyone turns around, and says, "oh look, it's David Tennant." (I SWEAR this is the FIRST TIME I've ever had ANY dreams about DT, I SWEAR it!) And the crowd parts like the Red Sea, and David Tennant comes swaggering by--I think I said hello as he passed me--then noticed that the man was positively blootered! I mean, snocked to the hocks nearly falling-down drunk. So, Tennant wandered around drunk (and as i recall, slightly disheveled) at this flippin' garden party for a while....

...then, I'm on a lawn somewhere, under a tent, and someone is telling me that to get the horse, not only do I have to learn to dance like I'm on Lord of the Dance, but...I have to learn to play the bagpipes as well! Dear heavens! I can't barely even read music!

Oh, and but then, I not only have to learn to play the pipes--but, I have to play Klesmer music on them--that's Jewish folk music. Oi Vay!!! I'm not ruddy Jewish, I'm Presbyterian! What's with that??? NOT that I'm anti-semitic--especially in my dream, because I just shrugged and said OK, and the guy handed me a pile of sheet music....

And then I'm at a flea market, and someone is trying to sell me some vintage adverts that I can then turn around and frame to sell my own self....then a massive pile of snow fell off the roof in a rumbling roar, and I woke up.

Whew! I don't often rmember my dreams--but that one was a real doozy, let me tell you!