Doyouthinkhesaurus?

Changing the subjet slightly; it seems they can change. I found this on Amazon : 'The "T. Rex" album marked the transition from Bolan's gentle Tolkien inspired Tyrannosaurus Rex acoustic days to the Electric Warrior, the king of fashion conscious, mascara heavy Glam Rock.' But is it for the better? http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0002LU97Q/104-7171102-4806352?v=glance...

I dreamt about taking a trip to Switzerland, where there were all these fantastical buildings that looked like wooden Art Deco pagodas. I was desperately looking for a toilet, and when I found one, discovered that I didn't have enough euros to get into the stall... So Peps, what does that dinosaur represent in your life? *strokes chin, peers over wire-rimmed spectacles*

Well, in the second part of the dream I made it into a public toilet, but you wouldn't *believe* what it was like: a sort of thick foam mat-table (like the kind one uses in gymnastics), white, with a cascade of water running over it and off into a trough set right below. One was supposed to sit on this 'table' whilst doing one's business, letting the water flow over various bits whilst cleansing at the same time. I tell you, it was revolutionary. However, I was afraid of getting my dress wet (and I don't wear dresses in 'real life' usually), and as the 'toilet' was COMPLETELY open I was supposed to be doing my business in full view of all the other ladies in the room. Like the Romans used to do. As to your dream: I suspect you are on the right track, and perhaps the T-Rex represents the 'bestial' part of yourself, which you are discovering is not quite as scary as once perceived. Our animal nature is often a thing of fear and mystery, viewed as something out-of-control. *scribbles in leather-bound notebook; puffs on pipe while peering curiously at Peps*

*scribbles furiously in notebook, pushes glasses back up bridge of nose* Since you have drawn a correlation between this 'to do' with your father and your dream of the T-Rex, perhaps there is something happening in your life right now which is causing you to re-examine these beastie feelings? Other incidences where you feel called upon to quell or at least rationalise the 'irrational' part of you (after all, one wouldn't normally converse with a six-metre tall reptile with very large teeth, would one?) T-Rex tells you that it's misunderstood :- is this the key, that you have 'misunderstood' this other part of you? As to my dream; I think you're bang-on. Having just fallen madly in love with the Italian goalkeeper (don't laugh; a friend thinks he looks like Frankenstein), who, I have discovered, has a VERY beautiful model [of course] girlfriend, I have been questioning my own relationship with femininity [it isn't very good; I'm a tried-and-true tomboy] and my reasons for spurning the more 'girlie' aspects of being a girl[ie]. The feeling of being 'exposed' would make sense; but then again, I frequently have these kinds of 'exposed' dreams, which would correlate to a feeling of vulnerability in my most personal life. *shifts position in chair; knocks ashes from pipe into heavy bronze ashtray; reflectively pulls out tobacco pouch and reloads pipe, gazing at nothing in particular*

*chuckle* I can't walk in those damn strappy things; they break me ankles, they does. (I *do* have a pair of sandals, but they're of Danish make: solid and well-hewn). Flowery hair-thingy? It would get lost in the frizz of my leonine, unmanageable mop...but I do like plaits when I can get a comb through it! :-) I suppose pipe smoking IS considered masculine nowdays, but Goode Queen Bess smoked a pipe with the best of her manly courtiers.

Good for your feet I imagine... do they cure athletes' foot?

I dunno. I have to work out where I stand with the whole 'girlie' thing; I tend to pour scorn on women who spend hours a day primping and preening and wasting money on impractical clothing (especially since they all seem to turn out looking IDENTICAL TO ONE ANOTHER). I'm quite happy with myself the way I am, and can't much be bothered with the whole 'improvement' industry, but if I'm to land me an Italian goalkeeper I might need a rethink...;-D Yes, my Danish sandals are *wonderfully* comfortable; don't know about curing athletes' foot, but I can walk for miles in 'em. They *are* pretty, just not, you know, 'strappy' with little heels that go clickclickclick.

I reckon I'm girlie enough without the clickclickclick, loads of slap, and blonde-frosted razor-cut hair and short skirts/lowcut tops. It's not like I wear trainers and football jerseys with baggy jeans or anything. I just don't go for the idea that I have to 'dress' a certain way to be perceived as being 'feminine'. I'd prefer to be comfortable. I'm comfortable in my own skin, but I do have trouble with the covering (or uncovering) of said skin...no dress sense, I guess! ;-)

Or a cup of T Rex.