more weird dreams.
i was taking a two person dance class and they told us what song we would each be dancing to on a bus circling the san diego zoo. we were going to dance [separately] to super asian music. it was vaguely familiar, i think i'd had the dream before, or some variation of it.
then i was at the san diego zoo. i threw some guy's basketball or some kind of ball that he wanted away from where we were and i ran up a rock staircase that went up to different levels. he chased me. i screamed, but in that obnoxious-screamy-girly way. he caught me in a bear hug at the top.
then i was babysitting for shannen across the street and she took baby evan [not my brother.... there are three evans on the street.... weirdos.] out of his room and put him in an open, floor-level cabinet while he was in some sort of car seat. then i turned on the television and watched tv. i left him in the cabinet. i watched television for a while. then shannen called for me from downstairs. i got evan out of the cabinet [but it was like i'd forgotten, not like i wanted to leave him there]. he was very cute. he did not throw up on me. i played with him and took him downstairs. then i imagined that in a couple of years he would tell his mom about the day i left him in a cabinet.
i've been dreaming about babies more than usual... which should be not at all.
i have a linguistics test in two hours. i hope i do well. i've been doing well in college besides fucking philosophy. i got an A on my first paper. the teacher said it was excellent. i got an A on my anthropology test. i'm getting A's and B's in art history. linguistics is a cakewake, really. its just fucking philosopy [as it will now forever be known]. i don't want to get out of my panjamasssss. D;
breakfast time, i guess.
i was taking a two person dance class and they told us what song we would each be dancing to on a bus circling the san diego zoo. we were going to dance [separately] to super asian music. it was vaguely familiar, i think i'd had the dream before, or some variation of it.
then i was at the san diego zoo. i threw some guy's basketball or some kind of ball that he wanted away from where we were and i ran up a rock staircase that went up to different levels. he chased me. i screamed, but in that obnoxious-screamy-girly way. he caught me in a bear hug at the top.
then i was babysitting for shannen across the street and she took baby evan [not my brother.... there are three evans on the street.... weirdos.] out of his room and put him in an open, floor-level cabinet while he was in some sort of car seat. then i turned on the television and watched tv. i left him in the cabinet. i watched television for a while. then shannen called for me from downstairs. i got evan out of the cabinet [but it was like i'd forgotten, not like i wanted to leave him there]. he was very cute. he did not throw up on me. i played with him and took him downstairs. then i imagined that in a couple of years he would tell his mom about the day i left him in a cabinet.
i've been dreaming about babies more than usual... which should be not at all.
i have a linguistics test in two hours. i hope i do well. i've been doing well in college besides fucking philosophy. i got an A on my first paper. the teacher said it was excellent. i got an A on my anthropology test. i'm getting A's and B's in art history. linguistics is a cakewake, really. its just fucking philosopy [as it will now forever be known]. i don't want to get out of my panjamasssss. D;
breakfast time, i guess.
- Location:my dorm room.
- Mood:
sneezy! - Music:MGMT
so the weird dreams haven't stopped.
two nights ago i dreamed that there were thick, juicy caterpillars on the shelf above my bed, waiting for me. i couldn't move, i just laid on my bed flat on my back, trying not to breathe too hard.
last night i dreamed i was at home with my maam and there were babies there. and then one of them threw up on my feet. and then i spit throw up into a cereal bowl. then i did laundry.
so fucking weird.
two nights ago i dreamed that there were thick, juicy caterpillars on the shelf above my bed, waiting for me. i couldn't move, i just laid on my bed flat on my back, trying not to breathe too hard.
last night i dreamed i was at home with my maam and there were babies there. and then one of them threw up on my feet. and then i spit throw up into a cereal bowl. then i did laundry.
so fucking weird.
- Location:my dorm room.
- Mood:
weirded out. - Music:blink 182.
