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Feb. 5th, 2005
random Saturday cuteness
Feb. 5th, 2005 02:08 pm
Cotton-Top Tamarin monkeys, from left: Rio, Baby and Pinkie are pictured back home at Drayton Manor Theme Park and Zoo in Tamworth, England, Thursday Feb. 3, 2005, after being stolen in an overninght raid earlier in the week. The trio was recovered during police raids on 2 locations in the Erdington district of Birmingham, England, and are being assessed by keepers. (AP Photo/PA, David Jones)
YAY MONKEYS!!!
a couple days past...Dream #____, male
Feb. 5th, 2005 02:22 pmThis is actually from two nights ago, but it's still incredibly vivid and beautiful in my mind.
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I was standing on the second or third floor in a large, abandoned warehouse with a young gentleman who gave the impression of John Goodman, only about 100 lbs. lighter. He was good-spirited, fun-filled and adventurous, and had a history of getting me into some tight situations, but I adored him anyway. He was my best friend, and we cared greatly for each other.
The room was huge, and light streamed in through broken-glass and cobwebs, dewdrops glistening with each turn of the head. John looked at me and smiled. "You ready then?"
I smiled back until my face hurt and replied, "I've never been more so!"
We grabbed hands, squeezed, let go, and began running toward a set of windows before us. The glass seemed to change as we approached, turning vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red with streaks of the deepest, most intense blue I'd ever known. I wanted to be a part of them, to meld into them, and as we jump forward, as if diving, we went through the glass with a deafening shatter, touching a brilliant pale blue sky as our bodies seemed to slip through the glass. Yes, it shattered, but then it came back to being behind us, left in its beauty and strangeness in the gray world of the old warehouse.
Air-born and still diving, John screamed, and I realized he just looked like John Goodman -100. He was, in fact, my friend Ethan, only in a brilliant disguise. I smiled even larger at him. He winked at me, and we were submerged into aquamarine bliss.( Read more... )
I was standing on the second or third floor in a large, abandoned warehouse with a young gentleman who gave the impression of John Goodman, only about 100 lbs. lighter. He was good-spirited, fun-filled and adventurous, and had a history of getting me into some tight situations, but I adored him anyway. He was my best friend, and we cared greatly for each other.
The room was huge, and light streamed in through broken-glass and cobwebs, dewdrops glistening with each turn of the head. John looked at me and smiled. "You ready then?"
I smiled back until my face hurt and replied, "I've never been more so!"
We grabbed hands, squeezed, let go, and began running toward a set of windows before us. The glass seemed to change as we approached, turning vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red with streaks of the deepest, most intense blue I'd ever known. I wanted to be a part of them, to meld into them, and as we jump forward, as if diving, we went through the glass with a deafening shatter, touching a brilliant pale blue sky as our bodies seemed to slip through the glass. Yes, it shattered, but then it came back to being behind us, left in its beauty and strangeness in the gray world of the old warehouse.
Air-born and still diving, John screamed, and I realized he just looked like John Goodman -100. He was, in fact, my friend Ethan, only in a brilliant disguise. I smiled even larger at him. He winked at me, and we were submerged into aquamarine bliss.( Read more... )
