Sunday, November 21, 2004


I had a weird dream last night, and it got me kind of depressed. It was at the old house on Okla dr. where I grew up, but it wasn't quite the same house. It seemed to be up on a hill, and the deck ran all around the house, connecting to the front porch. I have no idea how old I was in this dream, but our first dog, Dadi, was still alive, and was running around under the deck as she used to from time to time.
That's what depressed me. I know I still missed her, but I hadn't really thought about it for a while. She was a great dog, and was my parents' first child, really. I think this all came out of a combination of looking at pictures of ute dogs on the internet and my next poetry assignment, which is supposed to be about a specific year of our childhood. Or maybe I just want things to seem simple again, like they did back then. I don't know.


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