Posted by Write In My Journal on June 11th, 2009 filed in Woman


Ruth-Ann works in a local bakery/coffee house/cafe. You know the type – cool atmosphere, expensive, but tasty food. The kind of place you are happy to have in your city and want to tell everyone about, but you don’t want everyone to know it’s there.

Ruth-Ann is the kind of person that makes this type of local establishment work. She was friendly with everyone who came through the door and seemed to be a genuinely happy person.

Her curly blond hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail and her eyes were disconcertingly bright blue. Ruth-Ann’s story is beautifully cryptic. Where do you think the dream begins and ends? Let me know in the comments. Enjoy.




It would be dreams. It started about a year ago. I was laying in bed w/ my 1/3 Indian boyfriend at the time in a building that had been used as a venue for bands w/ no place to play. I thought I woke up to a group of boys down stairs and I walked out to see what they were talking about – all the doors were open and the wind rushed through and the morning was bright blue and nobody was outside.

I woke up again in my bed w/ my 1/3 Indian boyfriend. No wind. No blue.

During the Broken Social Scene Jig at the free Summer Concert Series, I whispered in his ear, “I can’t be w/ you” and I walked through the mass of people and watched the rest of the concert w/ a tree. I don’t know why I did it.

Its about dreams tho, really, dreams that aren’t dreams.

It goes like this:

I wake up multiple times and have multiple conversations.

I met a boy at a bike shop. He had red hair longer than mine and everyone elses. We rode down the canyon and I took my hands off the bars in the dark and cracked my head open on a rock. 25 stitches. University Hospital. Watched bats together at 3 am because we were locked out of my apartment. Layed on the parking lot. He touched my hand. Gauze around my skull. Pineapple cake mornings after drunk roommate finally got home at dawn.

Fast forward redhead bomb to blast the **** out of my life. My existence since that crash is loving him and trying to remember who I am and what is a dream.

We talk about coffee, why I don’t have the flavor he wants, and the I wake, it wasn’t a real conversation. Dream. I get confused. Wake up for real. He punches a hole in my wall.

Not a dream. Wind.

My head is loud loud loud in the morning. Vivid as high definition TV. And more real than (real) life.

Ruth-Ann Twitchell

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20 Responses to “Ruth-Ann”

  1. Johannes Says:

    I cherish my dreams too, yet am unable to remember most of them. I’m especially unable to incorporate them in my life, or even in just a story of my life, like this woman did. An intriguing read!

  2. Michelle Johnson Says:

    Very intriguing read indeed. Dreams can be the most entertaining and confusing of anything life has to offer. I guess that’s because they don’t appear in a linear fashion as life. Ruth Ann wrote poetically in your journal and drew us readers into her story, leaving us wanting to learn more. Hope all is well. Have a great day.

  3. Sra Says:

    This is probably the best entry I’ve read here. Reminds me of The Science of Sleep.

  4. Write In My Journal Says:

    Thanks for the comments. I agree, this entry is particularly intriguing. It kind of makes me want to go back and ask her some questions about it, but as a rule I don’t do that. :)

    Sra – Would you mind sharing a little more about The Science of Sleep?

  5. mikki roo Says:

    Very intriguing and thought-provoking story! And the photo is so gorgeous, the wall color playing off her gorgeous blue eyes…

  6. Whitney Says:

    Her eyes are amazing. And the story was confusing, yet also intriguing. It’s not something I would expect from the description of her and the girl in the picture. Goes to show you can’t judge a book by it’s cover or make assumptions on first impressions!

  7. Summer Says:

    It felt like I was reading the script to an upcoming indi-film. Her descriptions took me through such a colorful existence. Very cool.

  8. Sarah Says:


  9. Ali S. Says:

    Hmmm. It certainly is a bit of a perplexing entry. I’m torn between her being a bit artsy for the sake of it or that she is genuinely a bit out there. Odd.

  10. Jason Says:

    I’m not going to say this is intriguing, since I think that word has essentially been worn out by everyones responses. I’m also not sure this piece was all that intriguing, as it did seem to try too hard to be thought provoking which, to me, is a big turn off. I am curious though why the writer insisted on calling her boyfriend her “1/3 Indian boyfriend”.

  11. Write In My Journal Says:

    Great comments! Thank you!

    Jason – Good perspective. Good call on the “1/3 Indian boyfriend” thing, too. Any thoughts on why she did it?

  12. Sarah Says:

    This might be my new favorite entry. It was captivating in a bizarre way!

    I think the “1/3 Indian boyfriend” thing just kinda goes with that catchy-cool-Diablo-Cody scene going on a lot now with young writing and such, ya know?

  13. Pete Says:

    Especially since it’s really hard, considering the way heredity works, to be 1/3 of something…
    You would have to have 1 Indian out of your four grandparents, and also 1 of your 16 great-great-grandparents (not including the original), and 1 of your 64 great-great-great-great grandparents (not including the aforementioned two)..and so on for a few more generations. What are the odds of that??

  14. Sarah Says:

    I thought of that too, Pete!

  15. Kathryn Says:

    I love this blog! It forces me to remember that everyone is human and has a story – people aren’t just cardboard cutouts you see everywhere.

  16. Stacey Becker Says:

    David…not sure how I got to your blog anymore, but I really enjoy it. Just wanted to let you know that I recommended it on my personal blog; think I read somewhere that that was the proper etiquette. And before you get excited about the reference, you should know that I only have four…maybe six readers…but still! =)

    Thanks for the inspiration…Stacey, the English-major-nerd

  17. Write In My Journal Says:

    Dear Stacey, The English Major Nerd:

    I appreciate the comment and the write-up on your blog. Thanks!

  18. Andrea Says:

    I come back to check your blog religiously, and I can’t wait for you to update, please do soon!

  19. michael Says:

    i know an old one i a half expected to be posted. a post from the past i suppose. do you ever still wonder? blue and yellow?

  20. Jezabel Says:

    I miss you. And I miss your analogies. Your whimsical carelessness and your neatly disheveled stories are VERY REAL. Our handwriting is so teeny tiny and alike.