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readingredheadI had a restless night full of half-dreams and anticipations. I kept waking up with the feeling that there was something I desperately needed to do but that I had no clue how to approach. The dream arc followed a story wherein I was on vacation but we got flooded in wherever we were and I couldn't make it back home in time for an important MUN conference. I stressed out so much trying to make it in time for that conference, counting the passing minutes and calculating how late I was. At one point Mr. Krucli was there and he was really nice -- he offered to print something for me that I needed printed, I think -- but then he disappeared before I could get the paper he'd printed from him. Then I finally showed up at the conference and found out that my codelegate had decided not to go. But with all of this, I wouldn't allow myself to just give up.
The odd thing was that this dream seemed to continue even when I woke up and fell back to sleep (which I did a lot of times). And when I was lingering on the edge of sleep, just about to wake up, I had this strong fear of statistics class, which I don't even take.
This is the second dream in recent memory that's involved a flood, though the first flood dream was more Biblical in nature and also potentially involved Mount Sinai.
When I woke up finally to my alarm ringing (or rather, when my alarm told me it was all right to get out of bed and just stop trying -- I wasn't actually asleep for most of the night), I felt hollow. Like my gut was profoundly empty. Not the empty feeling of hunger, but of emptiness -- I can't really explain it better than that. It went away -- most of the hard parts of last night went away eventually -- but I know I'll be falling asleep in school today.
As usual, my life is juxtaposed oddities: I'm really happy because I did some more research and discovered that I can viably write my Spanish internal assessment on Cuban science fiction. That makes me feel better about myself. And I'm going out tonight with friends -- that certainly makes me feel better about myself. So I guess I'm not too bad -- I guess, as usual, I'll be okay.
The odd thing was that this dream seemed to continue even when I woke up and fell back to sleep (which I did a lot of times). And when I was lingering on the edge of sleep, just about to wake up, I had this strong fear of statistics class, which I don't even take.
This is the second dream in recent memory that's involved a flood, though the first flood dream was more Biblical in nature and also potentially involved Mount Sinai.
When I woke up finally to my alarm ringing (or rather, when my alarm told me it was all right to get out of bed and just stop trying -- I wasn't actually asleep for most of the night), I felt hollow. Like my gut was profoundly empty. Not the empty feeling of hunger, but of emptiness -- I can't really explain it better than that. It went away -- most of the hard parts of last night went away eventually -- but I know I'll be falling asleep in school today.
As usual, my life is juxtaposed oddities: I'm really happy because I did some more research and discovered that I can viably write my Spanish internal assessment on Cuban science fiction. That makes me feel better about myself. And I'm going out tonight with friends -- that certainly makes me feel better about myself. So I guess I'm not too bad -- I guess, as usual, I'll be okay.
