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in my lost mind
Apr. 20th, 2005 12:02 pmHappiness is found wearing a (green floral) 1960s-era babydoll "sundress" with pink flip flops, to work on a 85 degree day in mid-April.
The trees are beginning to burst open. Finally. It finally feels like Spring around here, and even though I know that this hot day is just going to be a sneak preview of what's to come - I'm not depressed.
Life is a series of patterns.
As a control freak, I am irritated by my thwarted efforts to read the minds of male friends of mine who I don't know where I stand with them. i.e. Is this purely platonic forever and ever, or do they have crushes on me but could never say anything because they don't want to ruin the friendship (or don't want to freak me out) - or do they view me as "one of the guys" and would never even consider me to be someone worth having a crush ON.
It confuses me, but I just go with the flow.
No more chasing guys for me - not enough time or energy to devote to such a futile endeavor.
AWESOMELY strange dreams last night.
I dreamed I was watching a hollogram of my friend Greg, dancing. It wasn't really him, but a projection of him - and it was shimmering and glowing and changing colors (he was his very own techno light show).
I also had very strange dreams of running through some sort of bizarre hotel or apartment place, and someone or something was chasing me. I have recurring dreams of places like this - and there's also this particular apartment "building" that shows up in my dreams from time to time.
Anyway, I was running and hid under some stairs, and saw this (what appeared to be a closet) door on my right that was slightly open. I thought I could hide in there so I opened the door. It was dark inside, but I could see there was an "old" man standing there looking at me.
I closed the door, and then reopened it again. I looked at him and he said "My wife is still here".
The place looked like a closet! It was dark, and it looked like the house was packed up to move.
The wierdass thing was that THIS WAS MY APARTMENT from a previous DREAM (several of them, actually)!!
I've never been to this place in real life - only in my dreams.
The old man did allow me to step inside, but I realized that what he meant by his statement was that his wife was deceased, and that her ghost was there - and he was staying there to stay with the ghost.
I don't remember much else from the dreams except that the door I stepped through (with the old man) wasn't a closet at all, but a portal to an entirely different place - like an apartment building entirely hidden inside this 'hotel'.
I love my brain. Who needs drugz?
The trees are beginning to burst open. Finally. It finally feels like Spring around here, and even though I know that this hot day is just going to be a sneak preview of what's to come - I'm not depressed.
Life is a series of patterns.
As a control freak, I am irritated by my thwarted efforts to read the minds of male friends of mine who I don't know where I stand with them. i.e. Is this purely platonic forever and ever, or do they have crushes on me but could never say anything because they don't want to ruin the friendship (or don't want to freak me out) - or do they view me as "one of the guys" and would never even consider me to be someone worth having a crush ON.
It confuses me, but I just go with the flow.
No more chasing guys for me - not enough time or energy to devote to such a futile endeavor.
AWESOMELY strange dreams last night.
I dreamed I was watching a hollogram of my friend Greg, dancing. It wasn't really him, but a projection of him - and it was shimmering and glowing and changing colors (he was his very own techno light show).
I also had very strange dreams of running through some sort of bizarre hotel or apartment place, and someone or something was chasing me. I have recurring dreams of places like this - and there's also this particular apartment "building" that shows up in my dreams from time to time.
Anyway, I was running and hid under some stairs, and saw this (what appeared to be a closet) door on my right that was slightly open. I thought I could hide in there so I opened the door. It was dark inside, but I could see there was an "old" man standing there looking at me.
I closed the door, and then reopened it again. I looked at him and he said "My wife is still here".
The place looked like a closet! It was dark, and it looked like the house was packed up to move.
The wierdass thing was that THIS WAS MY APARTMENT from a previous DREAM (several of them, actually)!!
I've never been to this place in real life - only in my dreams.
The old man did allow me to step inside, but I realized that what he meant by his statement was that his wife was deceased, and that her ghost was there - and he was staying there to stay with the ghost.
I don't remember much else from the dreams except that the door I stepped through (with the old man) wasn't a closet at all, but a portal to an entirely different place - like an apartment building entirely hidden inside this 'hotel'.
I love my brain. Who needs drugz?
