Thursday, 02/20/03 - 8:28 pm.
I had a strange dream. I was pregnant with my sister's child (!). I don't know who the father was. But I was pregnant...pretty much like it happened to Phoebe on Friends. I must'd been 4 or 5 months. And I was in my bedroom, and I put on The Beatles (I'm still traumatized by Anthology). My nephew, who'd be half-brother of the child I was expecting, walked in.
Suddenly, I started to bleed. My water broke, I thought. But I wasn't feeling any pain, which I thought was very strange. My mom and the maid (Rose) walked in, and said it was normal. I was bleeding so much my pants became red and very heavy. They were dripping blood. I wasn't scared, but I was confused. My water had broken, but I was feeling no pain. And I began to wonder if I really had a child in my womb.
Hi, then I woke up.
I've been writing....well, stuff today. Practicing piano, and listening to The Beatles. My brother Carlos came over for a while this afternoon and when he noticed I kept on talking about The Beatles he said: "so what about Aerosmith now?". I replied I'm on sabatical. I'm still a huge fan, I still write about them, and in fact, I've been lucky enough to see 5 of their videos in three days. But right now I'm experimenting. I haven't felt this way about a band since...well, Aerosmith. Which means I've only been feeling this way about a band twice. Aerosmith and The Beatles. This is sort of new to me, and eveyday I discover something new about the Fab Four, that makes me love them even more. Besides, it seems the newspapers mention The Beatles at least once a week.
Last night I was on a conversation with Cel and Victor. I can almost picture them together. They're just one step away from being boyfriend and girlfriend. I almost start thinking about D today, but I started to feel pissed off and tried to distract myself from thinking of him.
I'll never get tired of seeing the last two minutes of the movie Yellow Submarine.