I was at some hotel-ish place and they were having a special buffet or something like that for Valentine's Day. I went there to meet my mother. There were others there, strangers, waiting, too, and once, I caught a glimpse of someone who seemed to have a caul.

and then later in the dream, after shuffling tables and finding myself with a handsome stranger, we find ourselves with others in a back room - a bedroom, really, with a bed and a comforter tossed across it and up behind it, like it was resting on some piece of furniture that held it up there. A cat lay across teh top of that, and we all cooed at the pretty kitty. Then a puppet - a kitten one- rose from behind it and tried to have a dramatic voice. Then our attention went to a television set standing at the foot of the bed, but the image was stretched and distorted and I remember asking someone next to me, "is that supposed to be 3-D and we haven't the glasses to see it properly?" then it all disappeared - it was all an illusion. The bed was there, but no puppet, no tv, no comforter strung up high.

People started disappearing. Before my mother did, she asked if I'd seen the person with the caul, that we had to find that person, and I had a flash of memory that I'd seen such a person, wrapped in tattered clothing with a horrid face. I tried to find, but that handsome stranger in the long, reddish brown coat and dark hair and eyes snagged me in the haulway and offered me a chocoloate covered rosebud, that if I took it in my mouth, I would be able to see the man with the caul. I was dazzled by him and so I did, for he had one, too, and seemed fine, and then my world started to shift, like I was phasing out to another world, and it was dark and frightening - and I wrested myself away from him, calling out NO that this was wrong and going there was evil and bad.

I pulled away and kept looking for people I knew and the man with the caul. There was nudity and women shrieking and seeming stoned out of their minds, naked on the beds with the raspberry comforters in the various rooms, while downstairs, it was all hotel elegance and a maitre'd whose face grew hard and cold when I questioned him, following him around the dining area, demanding answers while he straightened things that didn't need straightening. He looked like Malcolm MacDowell.

And then the door opened a first one man, and then there seemed to be others, who had faces that morphed into grotesque shapes, with short elephant trunks or huge brows that moved and morphed and changed colors, came in - dressed in long reddish-brown coats and tattered scarves wrapped several times around their necks. I want to think of Luke on Hoth.

And I blame silver_chipmunk. I've been reading her crossover story off and on and I don't really even know what Cthulu is about beyond a name I've seen around, just that my imagination has it as a bad, bad thing.

All this dreaming, which seemed to take hours, happened between 8:23 am and 8:40 am.

glad I had today off because I went absolutely at it working on my site pages. A good portion of them are ready; don't have the main page up yet but yay! my stories are 90% recoded and uploaded and I've updated my vid page so all the links are correct and all the vids are now listed.

Here's the S&H page: http://www.hawksong.com/~lauramcewan/starskyhutch_index.php You can get to a lot of the rest of them from there.

Fried chicken and mashed potatoes tonight. Broccoli and gravy. Yum.

Back to work tomorrow. one long meeting; the other was canceled since it's like a Monday rather than a Tuesday.

I can't get my personal nor my job #2 email boxes to come up.