miss dior is …

french for happy-go-lucky – must buy immediately for carefree, summer-loving days in the city

dream diary, part VI

once more i had strange dreams hunting my sleep – as always, príncipe azul has been frightfully absent – but príncipe flagrante, who has proven himself to be a desperate fool in life, has been very decent dream material once again – seriously, who wouldn’t like to dream of cuddling classes with any príncipe at all, no matter, how stupid they be at any time in real life?

yes, cuddling class it was – something i highly recommend to be taught at school and uni and about everywhere else – cuddling is about the nicest thing in the world, as kittens already know and we should learn thoroughly throughout all our lives – and somehow cuddling with flagrante in my dreams was much better than any cuddle could be in real life – that might be sad, but it was very nice while i was dreaming about it, so i really don’t care all that much, if that makes me a pathetic girlie-girl

dream diary, part V

a two-hour walk in the snow and a cup of hot spiced and honeyed milk and i wake up nine uninterrupted and wonderful hours of sleep later, oblivious of any dreams that might have coursed the labyrinth of my brain – i so wanted to dream of something nice for a change to all that crazy stuff, but i have to admit this was very nice indeed, very relaxing and wonderful and i feel so good and awake now – i shall do this more often!

dazed and confused

oh, just a tiny little bit of that – you probably know, what i’m talking about – this feeling, that you’re kind of happy, but also sort of missing something important – i’ve been told, ever so subtly by a good friend, that someone likes me – not that i hadn’t noticed before, but once it was said out aloud, everything changed – he can’t like me, he has a girlfriend! – that is not how things are supposed to work

i am not even sure, if i like that someone – i mean, it’s been kind of obvious he’s smitten with me, but i’ve just enjoyed the attention, not really thinking anything else would happen – now i really am confused and i’ve even stopped sleeping well, which really worries me because i always sleep well

sure, i do like attention and to be in love would be ever so nice, but is all that worth to have someone else’s heart broken or possibly even mine in the end? – there are those, who tell you, love is worth it all, but then there’s little scared me, too afraid to go that one last step, which will lead me whence there is no return – to get involved will mean to become vulnerable and i don’t need another heartbreak just yet

catch a falling star…

 

… put it in your pocket … never let it fade away … catch a falling star … put it in your pocket … save it for a rainy day …

 

that i’ll do – i woke up this morning, having caught one of my glow-in-the-dark stars in my hair – i’ll keep it safe and hold it dear – what a nice way to wake up

 

dream diary, part IV

people and things, themes and ideas tumbled around in my various dreams last night – a colorful mixture of comedy, romance, tragedy and action – i can hardly remember anything – only … i was shopping for gloves and found the perfect ones – this morning i woke up and had to hurry to work – it was freezing and i didn’t have any gloves, let alone the perfect ones from my dream – i got to work with bright red hands and disaster took it’s course

 

i am currently sending out 3032 catalogues: putting catalogue into envelope, adding letter, closing envelope, stamping envelope, packing it into a box – it seems to take forever – i finished 200 yesterday and came to work today to find that the letter had a major misprint!!! – we wouldn’t send it out again, but we had to find a way to figure out, which 200 of the 3032 addressees had already gotten theirs in order not to double send it – complete confusion, which ended up in my spending 2 hours trying to figure it out and another 3 hours packing catalogues into envelopes – orange catalogues! – i don’t like orange anymore!!!

dream diary, part III

waking up, when i’ve been dreaming of this↓ – that is so not nice – okay, it wasn’t exactly hamlet, it was faust – but david tennant was in it just as well and i was actually talking to him afterwards – he’s so nice! – well, in my dream, he was anyways – so now i just want to go back to sleep and back to my dreams – well, actually, i want to go to london, or possibly stratford, and see hamlet!!!

dream diary, part II

príncipe flagrante, even if no good for real life, is very decent dream material – unfortunately azul wasn’t there as well – but someone, playing a recorder – a fantastic party – a yellow pillow and some food – weird dreams seem to be my kind of thing

dream diary, part I

last night, in my dreams, i was little red riding hood – on stage! i had braids curled up above my ears, a miniature red and green dirndl and there was a lot of giggling the whole time through.

analysis: too many blueberry muffins before sleep; my pigtail=cute phobia; i miss my favourite red hat – too warm, to take it out on adventures on an every-day basis; little red’s complete lack of any fairy tale prince, she only gets the big bad wolf – sounds strangely familiar; trying too hard to dream something very much less absurd for once