Pink Cereal and Raspberries

First of all, A's games are a lot of fun!! The seats (cheap ones, too!) were really good - right on the first base line. The players were great (Eric Chavez, yeah.) - not just like that...they can play, too!! We went to Saturday's game - wow 1-0 in 2.5 hours..AND the pitchers pitched the whole game..darn good. I love my Giants, but I'm learning to appreciate those cross-bay players.

On to the latest - The doctor, of all people, basically told me to get a life! I went with my mom to her doctor's appointment (as moral support), and the doctor said that she wants to make sure that I get out enough and that I'm living my own life..she wants me to "feel free to do whatever I want." She wants me to "be young." Alright. Alright. She said that wants to make sure that I don't pass on relationships b/c I feel guilty...or have the need to take care of my mom. I don't, honest.

Still, last night, I had this CRAZY dream. I was dating this guy and had just broken up with him. Then, I thought about what the doctor had said and realized that I was totally in love with this guy but was just too afraid to change my life. I was afraid of the unknown and didn't want to enter it with him. So, I called him up and left a message on his cell phone voice mail (now even my dreams are with the technology) telling him how much I loved him (!). He called back and left a message on my cell phone, saying that he loved me too, then he started talking in punjabi or something..that I can't explain. In any case, I realized my love and was able to get over my fears...blahblahblah. Not bad for a dream. It wasn't all foggy either, with him sweeping me off my feet and onto a waiting white stallion. We didn't ride off into the sunset, both of us in flowy white garments and bare feet. Nah, if I remember correctly, I was standing in Burger King when I called him...

So, was this for real? No. I think that it was just one of those little reminders that I've got to get over myself and my fears before I'll be able to be "loved as to love with all my soul."

Alos, I dreamt that the Kishis were in my second grade class but I didn't remember them. So, (in the dream) I looked in my yearbook from that year and found that, indeed, they were in my class. Weird.