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My name is Tara Rose. I am a writer/producer in Brooklyn, NY. I often have very lucid, epic dreams, which I enjoy pondering & sharing with others.
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Monday, March 15, 2010
Drooling Over Dreamy Pasta (March 14, 2010)
I always forget to fall back, spring forward. As a result, my sleep patterns were a little disrupted by the early morning darkness and he confusing alarm clock, and I can hardly remember any dreams at all last night.

However, I did manage to recall those from Saturday morning (or should I say afternoon, since I woke up at 2pm, thinking it was 1pm. I love how I just blame daylight savings for my laziness.)
Sunday, March 14
Pee Wee Herman was putting on a show with codfish or trout; I was careful not to step in the water. Then I decided to walk through a Saks-like cosmetics corridor in my high heels. I tried to get my hands on all the testers, and tried on every pair of shoes along the way. Then I was in this special spa room where we got crappy catered food. In the toy room, Ryan and I were sitting next to a stuck-up woman with her mother and daughter. Behind us were stuffed animal terrier dogs. I was carrying around a K'nex (or an erector set) of a squid looking creature, and Ryan reached in to grab a toy gun that made really loud sounds and said "Transformers. More Than Meets the Eye." The woman looked annoyed. We moved on.

There was a water slide in the place. It let you off into a small pool right by the street which made us worrisome. Ryan went on first while I took one of my shirts off and left the top one on. Two girls helped me button back up and we were shown on a jumbo tron to much innuendo.

You were sprayed with a hose first to get ready for the water. At one point I got up next in line and realized I had not gotten sprayed yet, and had to go back down. The owner of the thing was being an asshole (he looked like the bad guy from Mad Max.) I was eating some pasta off a paper plate while waiting for Ryan....
....and then I woke up and realized I was drooling onto my pillow.

Mmmmm, dream pasta....

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