I had the weirdest dreams last night (if you know me, you'll know this is nothing new). It involved looking at some sort of illustrated tell-all book that a glitter-rock groupie had recently penned. In my dream, she was supposed to be very famous even though I've never heard of her before in reality. Anyway, when I opened the book and looked at the pictures (most were of wild parties), they started to move as if they were coming to life. It was bizarre. I think the dream comes out of having just finished reading "Pretty Things" by Susan Compo. The book chronicles the fictional lives of some nutty Hollywood types, one being a glam groupie. Really fun stuff. I suggest you read it!

The night before, the dream was even stranger. I was in my friend Jodi's old back yard (we grew up across the street from each other) with someone (can't remember who). We were looking for the body of a dog. There was a rumor that my husband knew of a dog that had disappeared and we were sure it was dead. For some reason I thought we would find him in Jodi's back yard. Oddly enough, I dream about this area frequently. In my dreams, there's always a pool there. Jodi's family used to have one, but had it torn down years ago. Anyway, we were walking around behind the pool when we came to an area where there were three graves. Immediately I thought that they had to do with the missing dog, but as we moved closer, I realized that they were all graves of cats. Discouraged, we turned and moved on. This is where the dream gets really weird. As we were walking, I remember looking at the ground. It was a sunny day and there were patches of sun on the ground intersected by the shadows of leaves and tree limbs. Strangely, the shadows were glowing green and there was an amazing green light emanating from out of the woods bordering the yard. Between the green light and the sun, the area was utterly gleaming. The luminosity seemed to go inside of me and lift me up, even though I was still walking on the ground. I remember thinking: This is so beautiful. How can we hold on to these memories and not let them get away from us? I don't remember anything after that. Weeiiirrrrd….