Arrivals
well i'm back in cali. not surprise that there was no romantic or grandiose welcome home by my charming boyfriend. he was on the phone and didn't even get out of the car to help me until i told him to. in fact i didn't even get a hug or a kiss. you'd think we've been married for years. that's not how our usually airport rendez-vous are. but i guess we are out of the grace period. we've had to many airport pick up and drop offs for one couple in the first 3 years of dating. well it's a good thing the next trip we are taking is together.

patrick was also glad to know that i'm back to having dreams where i wake up mad at him. usually in them he does something to merit it i'm not just mad for no reason. take this morning for example in this dream patrick decided to flirt with a girl i went to high school with. i don't remember what we were doing or why we were all together but he was hardcore flirting with her right in front of me. i even called him out on it and he just kept on doing it. then we went out somewhere and he sat next to her and not me. i woke up pissed off. i sometimes have difficulty knowing if i dreamt it or if it really happened. of my dreams i remember they usually have people i know in them in realistic settings. when patrick lived in bellingham i often had dreams he was trying to kill me or he was going to be killed. i remember once he was going to push me off a building and he woke me up by shaking me. i started crying. there was an another one where somebody was going to blow up the hotel and he volunteered to escort the bomber to the airport. patrick is often amazed by the ridiculousness of my dreams and that i can remember them. he doesn't believe that dreams have any meaning but i'm with freud on this one. he'd have a hay day inside my nocturnal visions.

song lyrics of the day:
And somewhere on coastlines unknown to me
you paint your dreams,
with reds and blues and greens.