Strange Dreams
I've had bizarre dreams for the last two nights. They weren't strange in that way that dreams can take you to places that couldn't exist. These were more realistic. And one of them took me to one of the last places I'd ever want to be: a Christian reform camp.
Somehow, I had gotten shipped off to this camp to be converted to a believer. I remember being in a parking garage somewhere and everyone around was one of "them." It struck me as strange, so I made my way to street level and tried to hitchhike my way out of there. The girl who picked me up was... you guessed it... also ONE OF THEM. They put me back in my room and told me I needed to reconsider my path or something like that. I said fuck that and sent out some snarky emails to friends asking them to pick me up. Shortly after, one of the leaders came to my door with a printed copy of my email. THEY HAD INFILTRATED MY EMAIL, TOO! I woke up not long after that.
Last night, I had a dream that it was my wedding day. I didn't have a dress or anyone to help me, and it was about half an hour before the event when I was struggling to put together an outfit that looked enough like a wedding dress to not make me feel like I wasted that "special day" when I realized I didn't know who it was I was marrying. I couldn't even picture his face, so I decided to just stay home instead. Nobody came looking for me, but I did get a text message from this mystery guy saying he didn't like me anymore.
Is someone trying to tell me some things? Listen, apparition, you're not going to scare me into Jesus's arms just by having me captured by religious zealots in my dreams.
On that note, I suppose I have taken to daydreaming and escapism to get me through the rest of this semester. It'll probably last until the end of the summer when I finish all of my classes and I can finally take off on my own to produce my thesis. I just have to tell myself that the thesis will be awesome (it really will, I am not bullshitting) because I can form my own crew and take as long as I want to shoot it. I won't have the same pressures of having to hurry so much, and I can work with the people who bring out the best in my work. Just one more year of living like a student. One more summer of being Georgia State's bitch. Next year I'm free agent, no more assistantship. As soon as that thesis is done, I can start working (presuming I find something) and have a real grown-up life! Maybe I can even get my own place! I can't wait to live alone and be able to decorate how I want without worrying that the things I buy will end up destroyed. I'm going to spend all my free time making things pretty and cooking and oh my I'm just so excited!
Somehow, I had gotten shipped off to this camp to be converted to a believer. I remember being in a parking garage somewhere and everyone around was one of "them." It struck me as strange, so I made my way to street level and tried to hitchhike my way out of there. The girl who picked me up was... you guessed it... also ONE OF THEM. They put me back in my room and told me I needed to reconsider my path or something like that. I said fuck that and sent out some snarky emails to friends asking them to pick me up. Shortly after, one of the leaders came to my door with a printed copy of my email. THEY HAD INFILTRATED MY EMAIL, TOO! I woke up not long after that.
Last night, I had a dream that it was my wedding day. I didn't have a dress or anyone to help me, and it was about half an hour before the event when I was struggling to put together an outfit that looked enough like a wedding dress to not make me feel like I wasted that "special day" when I realized I didn't know who it was I was marrying. I couldn't even picture his face, so I decided to just stay home instead. Nobody came looking for me, but I did get a text message from this mystery guy saying he didn't like me anymore.
Is someone trying to tell me some things? Listen, apparition, you're not going to scare me into Jesus's arms just by having me captured by religious zealots in my dreams.
On that note, I suppose I have taken to daydreaming and escapism to get me through the rest of this semester. It'll probably last until the end of the summer when I finish all of my classes and I can finally take off on my own to produce my thesis. I just have to tell myself that the thesis will be awesome (it really will, I am not bullshitting) because I can form my own crew and take as long as I want to shoot it. I won't have the same pressures of having to hurry so much, and I can work with the people who bring out the best in my work. Just one more year of living like a student. One more summer of being Georgia State's bitch. Next year I'm free agent, no more assistantship. As soon as that thesis is done, I can start working (presuming I find something) and have a real grown-up life! Maybe I can even get my own place! I can't wait to live alone and be able to decorate how I want without worrying that the things I buy will end up destroyed. I'm going to spend all my free time making things pretty and cooking and oh my I'm just so excited!