Jeans and Sneakers

Firstly, I want to thank Lois Lane for the comment, and to say that I’m really not like, depressed, just mostly bored. I’d be totally fine if I wasn’t worried about having money. That’s the only downside of my situation really, is that I don’t have a steady income. But I’ve been thinking of things and ways to get some. And also, I totally went to OddTodd’s site a few weeks ago when you linked it on your blog, Lois!! Thanks for that, I love his animations, and his dog Roscoe is awesome!

Secondly, I suck. Haha, I totally didn’t clean yesterday. But it’s partially not my fault. I stayed at Rob’s office with him yesterday until around 8pm, so that we could go out to dinner with Reid. And we didn’t get home until late, and then I stayed up reading the comic V for Vendetta (cause I have a weird compulsion to read the book/comic or see the original before a movie comes out). And I didn’t set my alarm clock this morning to wake up early and do yoga or anything, because I was definitely up until after the sun came up. Playing.

Today I’ll probably take a shower, cut my hair a little, get some food, and browse the internet. I’m all sore from this morning, and I’m going to take it easy.

I had the strangest dream last night/this morning. I was in the woods, with people I knew (but no one I really know, I don’t think), and it was not 2006 at all. It was like a fantasy world, and there were weird boar-men chasing us. They had shields and carried swords and wore tabards with a red symbol on them that looks a lot like the Hoarde symbol from World of Warcraft. I kept ending up in this house. There was a cabin like house in the middle of the woods, and no matter where I ran, I kept ending up inside it, with someone I had to protect because I had better survival knowledge than them. I’d always get them out, but only to end up back in the house myself with someone else, and the boar-men outside, about to come in. The last time it happened, I was with someone who had equal survival knowledge as I did, and we both got out, and ran for the hills. Once we crested the last hill, there was a pavillion with an important man inside. There were many guards, but the important guy was at least fair and he heard our story. Then I don’t know what happened, but the situation changed entirely. I was in my grandmother’s brownstone in brooklyn, only it was and it wasn’t. A bunch of people were there, and the guy (a big bald black guy) who I survived the house in the woods with was there. It looked like a party, but if you paid close attention, you could see it was more like a rebel gathering that was supposed to be secret, but the ambassador of the bad guys was present, sitting in the center of us all, acting as if nothing were amiss. Everyone was dressed like we were in a Final Fantasy game. The ambassador said something about not being able to understand our language, and asked us if we spoke Broadway. One guy we were with was previously an actor on broadway, so he started quoting some play. The ambassador interrupted him and began singing “Cain’t say no” from Oklahoma! No one else but me knew the song, so I got up and started singing it to appease him, and hope for a way out of the mess. But I got caught up in the song, and ended up doing a full cabaret-style preformance of it, ending with me swinging from something in the ceiling. I remember trying to get someone’s attention (romantically) while singing, but at the end I wasn’t sure I did. And when I went to go look for him, I ended up in a corner by a doorway that was covered with a sheer fabric, and I saw the shadows of Gene and Eileen, and they were professing their love for one another. I got all sad, and realized that this might look like my grandmother’s brownstone, but it was really Eileen’s place, and I realized I’d made a fool of myself with the cabaret-show and had to leave immediately. The dream ended with a sequence of me going upstairs, and trying to shove all of my belongings into two bags, and recruiting the bald black guy from earlier, he realized something was going wrong and wanted to leave too. I couldn’t find one of my boots, and I wasn’t going to leave with one shoe. It gets fuzzy around here, but I remember that I knew I didn’t know how to get to the subway stop from there, but once I did, I’d be able to go home. Then I remember something about Eileen coming up and asking where I was going. I don’t know if I answered her, and I don’t remember anything else.

As I was writing that, I can see a lot of what things *could* mean, but I’ve always been skeptical of dream interpretation. In science class they always told us that dreams were just brain-reboots. . .freeing up our ram and pulling up random images from our pasts or imaginations in the process.

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