Dreams and whatnot
Is it bad that what I treasure most are the mornings when I don't have class and I can sleep in and watch Little House on the Prarie?
I was supposed to have a final today, but that changed when, yesterday, my professor said she had a little something for us. Surprise! It's a test. Early. Also? It was open book. This was definitely a blessing, as I had both jobs yesterday and would not have had time to study without sleep deprivation. Instead, I got extra sleep. My body tried to insist that I wake up at 7:10, but I managed to convince it otherwise.
I had interesting dreams. I've been having lots of interesting dreams, this summer. Talking fish that swim in the air, my family disgraced and moved to cheaper military housing because the military was mostly vampires and they discriminated against werewolves -apparently my family were werewolves and never told me (by virtue of having brown eyes, I was somehow immune; nevermind that two of my siblings also have brown eyes). Grandaddy was in the dream; he was a werewolf too. He seemed to disapprove of me, but I can't remember why. I think I was about to have a big heart to heart with him about who I was and how little he knew about me -I really wish we'd not left that unresolved in his life. That's what I've bothered to remember. I've remembered other stuff, but I let go of it, as it was not worth remembering. The strange thing about my dreams is how vivid they've been. How... real. It's not common. My senses and emotions are usually very dulled in dreams.
Anyway, that's enough senseless rambling about dreams and whatnot, for now.
Update on Shana: She may be joining the Navy.
I was supposed to have a final today, but that changed when, yesterday, my professor said she had a little something for us. Surprise! It's a test. Early. Also? It was open book. This was definitely a blessing, as I had both jobs yesterday and would not have had time to study without sleep deprivation. Instead, I got extra sleep. My body tried to insist that I wake up at 7:10, but I managed to convince it otherwise.
I had interesting dreams. I've been having lots of interesting dreams, this summer. Talking fish that swim in the air, my family disgraced and moved to cheaper military housing because the military was mostly vampires and they discriminated against werewolves -apparently my family were werewolves and never told me (by virtue of having brown eyes, I was somehow immune; nevermind that two of my siblings also have brown eyes). Grandaddy was in the dream; he was a werewolf too. He seemed to disapprove of me, but I can't remember why. I think I was about to have a big heart to heart with him about who I was and how little he knew about me -I really wish we'd not left that unresolved in his life. That's what I've bothered to remember. I've remembered other stuff, but I let go of it, as it was not worth remembering. The strange thing about my dreams is how vivid they've been. How... real. It's not common. My senses and emotions are usually very dulled in dreams.
Anyway, that's enough senseless rambling about dreams and whatnot, for now.
Update on Shana: She may be joining the Navy.