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04 April 2008 @ 12:14 pm
weird dreams last night  
The light of day shining on these things always makes them seem even more absurd than they were at the time - but still, I was dreaming about running to old friends for support on some assignment about the cat and dog, and old friends of D's showing up looking exactly the same as they did 10 years ago (and fantastic, damn them), and working on some kind of an assignment with my advisor (who happened to look just like my best friend in highschool).  She was talking about how difficult it was to advise one of the other students in my cohort (although she didn't use that word), and we were driving around looking for a McDonald's so that she could get a doughnut and I could have some fruit (this was, of course, after she had morphed from one of my other highschool bff's moms - pouring fizzy water out of a strange contraption meant to keep it fizzy).  I don't know for sure, but I think my brain is definitely on the technocolor fritz.

And then I woke up - late, to a rainy day that's actually cold, and drove to campus.  Where the classroom was empty (I didn't know that it was going to be, obviously, but it's a class I audit so I may not have gotten the info that class was canceled).   At least I was out and got gas for the car.

Today we get new couches!  Which is great because the old ones are dying right before our very eyes.  Of course, this means I'm going to be cleaning in order to make *room* for said couches - so off to do that and homework.
 
 
 
capybaroncapybaron on April 4th, 2008 07:00 pm (UTC)
The Unremembered
For quite some time now, I have failed to recall what I have dreamed. Ordinarily, I would not concern myself, but on the few recent occasions that I have shared a room, I have been told that I woke up screaming (of which, I have no memory). I live alone, but I often wake up bruised and, a few times, bleeding.
In preparation for the Hugo voting, I borrowed and watched the entire first season of Heroes; in light of my troubled rest, I found Niki Sanders's fugues rather curious.
my monkied brainkatekat1010 on April 4th, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC)
Re: The Unremembered
you might try keeping a dream journal - one of the things that I know works to help remember (since I did it myself)

what you do is keep a pad of paper by your bed, and every morning when you get up, write down what you can remember. The more you do it, the more you'll remember. Also, even though dreams can be forgotten really quickly, a lot of the time there are even small details that can be recalled right after you wake up. If you write down whatever you can remember, you start to be able to remember more. It took me a couple of months of writing, but now I pretty much recall what I dreamed about.

And it sounds like you have a very active psyche!
i will write in words of fire: [mood] fallen angelposhlil on April 4th, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, weird dreams ftl! I have had so many of them lately, i'm walking around like the living dead from sleep deprivation.

You have my sympathies on the issue of housework and homework. My life is full of that too. But YAY new couches. That will be worth it. That's what i keep telling myself: the entire new house will be worth it... :)
my monkied brain: _against the wallkatekat1010 on April 5th, 2008 06:22 am (UTC)
i'm walking around like the living dead from sleep deprivation.

this? not so good! maybe after the move you'll get the chance for good dreams??

and seriously, the new couches? SO worth it. I have a feeling the entire new house is going to be ENTIRELY worth it.
i will write in words of fireposhlil on April 6th, 2008 12:45 am (UTC)
Hahaha, i hope so. I think my subconscious might be royally screwed, so hopefully once i move and have time for the requisite counselling sessions that go with my anti-depressant prescription, they will find whatever it is and fix it. It's just so weird. Things like seeing my grandmother die in a hospital that was actually my old school, from epilepsy, when she in fact died very peacefully in a proper hospital. And people tracking me down to put me in an acid bath... wish i knew what THAT was all about.

New couches, however, are awesome. I'm glad they're worth it. I have the same feeling about the house too ;)