2012 dreams
I don't remember my first dream of this year -- I was half-dead in Tainan probably, freezing from having the blankets stolen by my 13 year-old niece. I know A was in it.
Today, though-- different, strange, nostalgic.
Back in high school, or something, with Lauren and Jon and other friends, and as we were waiting for the bus home during a snow storm we found out that it had been majorly delayed, and it'd be faster for us to walk home. We had also been in groups making boxes of supplies (like I had done at the soup kitchen weeks before?).
Lauren and I got separated from Jon and were doing something, and when we went back to walk home with everyone, they were gone. I tried to call Jon, but weeks earlier his father had sent me a text saying his number had changed... but actually he was hacked and the new numbers he gave me were all like telephone sex lines.
I finally ended up getting Jon on the phone and asking him the directions to walk home with Lauren, and as we were walking she was doing things on her smartphone.
What an interesting scene, and so many little pieces from many others that have been on my mind. Hey, I miss you guys. Hey, I totally need a new phone. Hey, I hope my travel plans to Tottori aren't fucked up by snow.
I've slept a ton this week, and it's been brilliant. I'm at a place now where I can summon fury and/or tears in seconds, but smiling well is an effort. There is more peace in me than there was before I left, though, so I'm hopeful -- I remain hopeful.
Today, though-- different, strange, nostalgic.
Back in high school, or something, with Lauren and Jon and other friends, and as we were waiting for the bus home during a snow storm we found out that it had been majorly delayed, and it'd be faster for us to walk home. We had also been in groups making boxes of supplies (like I had done at the soup kitchen weeks before?).
Lauren and I got separated from Jon and were doing something, and when we went back to walk home with everyone, they were gone. I tried to call Jon, but weeks earlier his father had sent me a text saying his number had changed... but actually he was hacked and the new numbers he gave me were all like telephone sex lines.
I finally ended up getting Jon on the phone and asking him the directions to walk home with Lauren, and as we were walking she was doing things on her smartphone.
What an interesting scene, and so many little pieces from many others that have been on my mind. Hey, I miss you guys. Hey, I totally need a new phone. Hey, I hope my travel plans to Tottori aren't fucked up by snow.
I've slept a ton this week, and it's been brilliant. I'm at a place now where I can summon fury and/or tears in seconds, but smiling well is an effort. There is more peace in me than there was before I left, though, so I'm hopeful -- I remain hopeful.