listening

apparently, 20% of the population is like me...we can't "see" what we're reading. I can see the words, and I enjoy the story, but I don't get a visual picture in my head. sam can't either. weird huh? My mom and Jo can see everything. So, when I had them read Hunger Games and they told me it was a dark book I was like, "What???" That's part of the beauty of no visual picture...it's only what the words say. well, I've been listening to books on my ipod for the last year as I work out at the gym. I haven't allow myself to listen any other time...afraid that I would no longer work out and I'd just hide away at the gym (alison) and never step foot on my precor again. anyway. it's summer and my reality tv has slowed. at first I found myself listening at nights when the kids were in bed, and then I started listening during their naps and now...I am addicted. I only listen at those two times, but I am like a drug addict always thinking about my next hit. Ok, back to the point. I can't see the story. I have to pay attention really hard during the parts where she is explaining scenery or details. My favorite parts are, of course, dialog because you don't have to "see" that. Anyway, last night I wanted to dream about my book. It's at such a good place and I thought it would be fun to live it like a real reader...so I listened right before bed and was sure that I'd fall into slumber into the highlands of Scotland around 1750. I dreamt alright. But not of Jamie and Claire. I spent the night (it seems like the longest dream I've ever had) playing sardines at the Jagodas...where did that come from? Not even teenager Angelee. No. It was me...30 year old with 2 kids Angelee...I went to the Jagodas to play hide and seek in the dark. Lame. So much for a good dream.