Tuesday, April 26, 2011

She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new

I had a very vivid dream last night. I had the ability to fly any time I wanted. That wasn't the point of the dream, that was just a perk. I was in college and this white box with lost and found things went around campus from room to room so we could get things that we had lost, but we weren't allowed to take anything that wasn't ours. Anyway, to make this long story short, I found a lot of old antique looking stuff that I really wanted. Of these things there was a necklace, a set of those cool little brush/mirror/comb things made of silver from the old days, and this really cool book that had letters addressed to a woman in it. I took them even though I wasn't supposed to, but I felt really bad about it, and then someone found out they were missing and they were looking for them, and I just flew away with them, and I ended up in some random walk in closet, where this old lady showed up and was telling me to cherish them with everything in me for the rest of my life, and that she was glad I took them. I think it was the woman who the letters were addressed to.

All of that said, I feel really haunted by this dream. I don't know.. It's like a tragic love story in a way. I mean obviously I very deeply analyzed it. I could find NO, absolutely NO connection through symbolism to this story in my life.. Although I do like those old timey things. :)

I just wanted to get that out in words. I need to meditate. It's really hard, though, when you're in college, and virtually everywhere you go is swarming with very obnoxious people and cicadas now..

One of my friends told me something today that made me feel strange. He said that I didn't hold myself up to high enough standards. That I cared too much for those around me who didn't really care about me either way. While this was a very honest thing to say, I'm not entirely sure what was meant by it. I think I should forget the people who don't care about me. I'm really tired of working to preserve something that is dead.

I'm with my friend Emely. We're "studying".

That is all.

Le gange le lemonheads. :)

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