"No one cares about that crazy dream you had last night" -fortune cookie

Well, I will write this as if you do care because it was very strange. In my dream, I walked into a field-like area. It was as if my dream went from darkness to me walking into the light of this field and discovering who else was walking around me. With me was Ryan M., my father, Ben R., and some female--I think a peer, possibly Anna R.? I remember having a soar of indignation and turning my shoulder on Ryan and sidling up beside Ben for the walk. When I say "sidling up" I mean Ben and I were locked--my left shoulder to his right. We started chatting and walking, and i referenced how ridiculously close we were walking, but it wasn't awkward. And then, I found that if I leaned into Ben enough, I could lift my feet off the ground and somehow my connection to him enabled me no need to walk, but there was no carrying or anything, just our shoulders touching.

After a while, and some bouts of me picking up my legs and letting Ben "carry" me along, I realized that those behind us (the rest of our party) was taking attention to our walking. We had been walking straight along our path and began turning left and curving around as if following a giant horseshoe, and my father plucked Ben from me so that he could have a talk with him--our walk had sent the impression that we were in some relationship. I then realized that the "field" we were walking in was really wood chips, and not just any wood chips, but triangular flat pieces, like one would use to secure stretcher bars together while stretching canvas.

As I looked up, I saw that there were billboard sized canvases all around. Though the sky was bright and the air warm, I suddenly felt as if we were standing amidst snow covered hills. Some of the billboard like creations around us were empty stretcher bars and some had blank canvases. I saw that if you picked up the little biscuits of wood, you could throw them so that they would stick out of the canvas. I then saw that this worked even for the empty stretcher bars. The rest of my dream was me joining into this endeavor to hurl the little wood pieces--especially into the empty stretcher bars. I also had the feeling as if more people entered into my dream, people who seemed to be skiing, but I was mystified by the task I had taken on, and wondered if there was some sort of surface tension within the plane that allowed the wood pieces to stick.

There you go. Feel free to psychoanalyze me.

Emo-kid

(copied from a former blog)

I feel like my posts have been a bit gloomy as of late, and that's kind of the mood I was coming in with for this one. So maybe I'll be a little emo or whatevs and then end with some positives. I guess I've just felt a bit sad and lonely lately. I know part of it is bound to be the transitions back into school and adjusting to a different set of people being around. Urg. Part of it is probably some of adjusting back into American life (maybe?). I mean, all of these things that I've suggested might be culture shock and then ascribe to something else are kind of adding up. Another likely cause to my mood could be working awake shifts overnight the past two nights and being sleep deprived and a little stressed about everything. My dreams are a bit indicative of my mood.

I had one dream where I was reporting that I was going to be a TA for three different professors. (In reality it's only two.) Then last night I dreamed first that I was driving on the wrong side of the road, and then I got pulled over. Things were okay and I got to leave, then I was driving around erratically and started hydroplaning and I smashed into about six parked cars as I raced along. I got out of the car hoping it was a dream and (in my dreaming) seeing that it was real.

(This dream was from a journal I kept during a month in China in 2009)

It has been an interesting morning. Last night I dreamed about Seth. He left candy in my bag and it had notes written on them. I wanted to read them discretely, so I never was able to read them all. In the dream, I went to see Jimmy and Seth. When I was driving to meet them, I drove past a pasture. In it were horses and some people working with them. One of them was a Chinese girl. She ran out to the road to greet me as I drove past. I had the feeling that I had been her teacher. I said hello, but I did not remember her.

I've been having very strange dreams lately, which seems to be a necessary part of my summers. I have also read a little, which has always has been integral to my summers, no matter what else I do during the time. I have only completed two books this summer, and I think I've written of them, but I have had many odd dreams--many which are only glimpses now, and I haven't written of them. So for your enjoyment . . .

Last night I had quite the dream. In it, I was apparently two months pregnant. I was comfortable with that, but I felt the need to find a husband to help rise the child. So, I proceeded to propose to Jeremiah Humphries. He accepted. Apparently I already had an engagement ring, as well as two other rings, one of which I wasn't wearing but I was aware of my possession of it.

I was quite bothered by my habit of continuously moving my engagement ring from the left hand to the right hand. In my dream, Tyler also reappeared. I boldly told him I was pregnant in a confident-but-curious-as-to-your-reaction way and fluttered the fingers of my hand with the ring. Later, I wondered as to my choice of Jeremiah as a husband and wondered if it was a good choice for the partner of the rest of my life. Before I could act on my regret, Jeremiah approached me and expressed the same feeling. So we decided to call it off--to my great relief. For some reason, I had forgotten about the pregnancy at this point.

I woke up very relieved.

The night before last I had a dream in which I was building sculptures/shelves that were a pinkish maroon with Dr. Young. During the dream I discussed with him how I didn't know that Nate Young (a senior art student when I was a freshman) was his son (a fact I learned a couple weeks ago). We chatted about that and about my art--how a lot of it is about African-American history/issues. The conversation felt a little strange.

Another recent dream, I do not recall much of, except that I entered a room to talk to Nathan C. about something. When I approached him, I knew it was him, but it looked like Alex P.