My brain is very strange--I only clearly remember about four dreams I've ever had, but one of them was dreamt during kindergarten (or thereabouts). I still vividly remember that one because of some of its more surreal aspects (giant generic Mom and Dad and Baby Girl, clutching a giant Teddy Bear, peeking around the door at me, and then I turn over and the bedroom has become a massive ballroom lit only by moonlight coming in through a wall of French doors, filled with adults in fancy 1970-era evening wear, all milling about chatting with drinks in their hands). I might recall a dream if I wake up in the middle of it and repeat the details out loud to myself, but even then the details are lost within minutes.

As to book/media shelf organization, I keep my paperback romances in author alphabetical order (with series and trilogies shelved in release order), and all nonfiction organized by subject matter (history has tons of subsections). The unread books are in a separate case just split up by fiction or nonfiction. The media is organized by type of film (comedy, action, sci-fi, doc), and the music is organized by type and then by artist (soundtracks/cast recordings are organized by name of the film/play). Yes, I am rather anal about these things--the library work comes to the forefront on my shelves.

I've dreamed reading comic books and Sunday comics (remember the For Better or Worse bizarro dream I had a couple weeks ago?) as well as visiting art galleries. And I do have a very strong visual memory....

Why is it that "The 80's" seem a very long time ago, but 1991 really doesn't?

Why is it that "The 80's" seem a very long time ago, but 1991 really doesn't?

Maybe because the 80's are twice as far away as the 90's.

I feel the same way. I think that's because I think of myself as a still a kid (more or less) in the 80s, and my adult life started in the 90s. I'm always surprised, for example, when something I think of as a newish song is 10 to 15 years old.

I didn't feel old until a minute ago.

You're not old. You're just pregnant.

Last night my BF turned to me in his sleep and patted my shoulder and said "My girlfriend is beautiful."

Aw! Heidi's got nothing on you, o babelicious one.

Timelies all!

Confluence was fun, despite the random power outages in the hotel. Didn't stop the filkers, though...

I bought another earring rack from a jewelry dealer(she had extras, and it was the type I wanted), since my current one is overflowing, so to speak. I won't do anything with it until after the move, when I know the wallspace in the bedroom.

Sheryl, I thought I was in Beep Me or Press, and I just kept reading your post thinking, "Why is this an announcement?"

Power outages in the hotel? Eek. I think that would make me uncomfortable.