The problem (lately) with using the journal to tell people what's going on in my life is that almost everything that happens of significance physically sets off a chain of thought in my mind, which I also want to record. But frequently don't have time. I think if someone reads this journal without any background on me, they will be very confused; of course, I also offer occasional recaps and summaries of my current physical and mental status, which of course, I think are helpful and well-attended-to by my public, which of course goes over this stuff with a fine-toothed comb.
In other words, it's the normal self-indulgent crap. :)
I just woke up. It's Saturday, I have a very busy day to plan, and the weekend ain't all that normal. Instead of attending to that, I am instead, finding myself fascinated by the dreams I was having. In one of which, I had to use an oversized shoe as a "slide" like on a playground. In another, I found myself trying to move things out of a warehouse, but there kept being places to have to go, and having to go weird ways .... a water slide, this time... and then at the end, I was trying to make my way across town to a performance that I completely missed... Although my mind had a fun time creating an historic downtown for a small city I've never seen before. After I missed the performance, my dream criticized the architecture in a running commentary that ended when I woke up...
Dreams are weird.
I might have a job.
More later. Maybe.
In other words, it's the normal self-indulgent crap. :)
I just woke up. It's Saturday, I have a very busy day to plan, and the weekend ain't all that normal. Instead of attending to that, I am instead, finding myself fascinated by the dreams I was having. In one of which, I had to use an oversized shoe as a "slide" like on a playground. In another, I found myself trying to move things out of a warehouse, but there kept being places to have to go, and having to go weird ways .... a water slide, this time... and then at the end, I was trying to make my way across town to a performance that I completely missed... Although my mind had a fun time creating an historic downtown for a small city I've never seen before. After I missed the performance, my dream criticized the architecture in a running commentary that ended when I woke up...
Dreams are weird.
I might have a job.
More later. Maybe.
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Date: 2003-12-13 11:27 am (UTC)