the crabdragon never take naps midday...usually having altogether too many things to do in a day. however today she had some time to do some leisurly reading and went to dreaming....

now before we tell you about the dream, u should be forwarned that the crabdragon is notorious for her lucid, surreal, overtly covertly symbolic dreamvisions. Oh hell naaw they ain't prophetic... its like every character in the dream is an aspect of self and they are playin out some dali-esque wonka version of this life.

**** back in the days when i was a teenager, before I had status and before I had a pager, i.e. when she had roomates, no one would rest in her bed (except for boys) because then they too would have some super uber lucid SEUSS-anian visions.

the crabdragon could fill volumes with her resting travels... it must offer some kind of freedom from obligatory etiquette-ary behavior, some kind of miyazaki on LSD thing happenin.

...so back to the midday dream... she was at the carnival and waiting in some holding area built like a small round theatre while we waiting for the water ride...it was raining... water was spewing in all the old cracks in the walls and there was a water bed in an upstairs room that was literally just a pool that this freak was resting on/in.

water lives in all her dreams, whether rain, floods, storms, you get the point.