2001-04-07 - 10:06 a.m.

had a couple of absinthine dreams last night, just thought i'd jot them down here...

first one was pretty basic... and rather disturbing =(...

i don't remember much. just that i was home doing some spring cleaning. i had straightened up the living room and kitchen and was now dusting off some thigns in the bedroom. (you can tell this is a dream from the get go... me? cleaning the house? completely? HA! I wish =))...

while dusting off some trinkets atop our newly finished dresser, the doorbell rings. (note: our doorbell irl is an insane buzz that will make you jump out of your skin no matter what room you're in... in the dream though, it was a pleasant *ding dong*)... i put down the feather duster. oh yeah, i'm wearing a frilly housewifey apron. i take off my apron, fold it neatly, and place it on a chair. i go downstairs to the door, and it's the postman with what can only be a bottle of Jade Liquers absinthe!!!!!

but wait... how did i know that? i knew it because i can smell it... oh god no!... as i come ever closer to the front door, the smell overpowers my senses, and i can see that not only has my preciouse bottle of Jade broken, but it has drenched the poor postman head to foot! (note: my regular mail carrier is a heavy set kind little black woman with gaying hair... this guy is a scrawny bony-kneed asian dude with spiky hair) i open the front door and he says "sir, we seem to have a problem."

out from behind the postman step two men in "men-in-black" suits and sunglasses. one holds out a badge and says "United States Customs. You'll have to come with us now."

as i began to sweat and panic, i found a way out: i woke up =)

..............

yikes! hehe.

ok, now my second absinthine dream... much much more pleasant...

this one occured briefly while i drifted in and out of waking this morning, so it's only a flash:

it's Paris. the Eiffel Tower glows behind us. it's nighttime. the stars are twinkling magically in a clear crisp realm of velvetine majesty... i look around. we're in clearing amongst a copse of fir trees. there are candlelit tables all about and a stage on one side of the clearing where Jane's Addiction is playing "Three Days." the crowd is HUGE! there are people from all over the world. strewn amongst us are entertainers... magicians, clowns on unicycles, poodles jumping through little golden hoops... i see the group. Beth, Rebecca, Patrick, Justin, Artemis, Rick, Paige, Matt, etc... the whole gang from New Orleans is there! Mel and I walk up and I ask where Ted is... Rebecca points towards the stage, her arm flowing forward draped in fabulous flowing black velvet that glimmers almost purple in the candlelight... i look up at the stage where Jane's has stopped playing, and there's Ted in a snazzy old plantation owner's suit and broad rimmed hat, cigar in one hand, glass of absinthe in the other... he thanks everyone for coming out and says that without our support they WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO PASS THE LEGISLATION NEEDED TO MAKE ABSINTHE LEGAL AGAIN IN FRANCE!!! that's where we are! this is the annual gathering of Sepulchritude absintheurs, only this year it's coinciding with the passage of legislation in France lifting the ban on absinthe! Patrick hands me a glass of the green, and i hold it up and say "tonight is indeed a night for celebration!" i close my eyes and take my first sip of the night... it's Ted's Pontarlier, and it's just as mind-blowing as the first time i tried it... it savor the sounds of the celebration as i swallow the cool clean delight...

and i wake up =)

yay.