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I can't sleep. I can't sleep, so i just hacked up my hair with kitchen scissors. It actually looks...kind of good.
I fell asleep earlier, and I woke up in panic, after another in a series of crazy dreams I've been having lately. I was hot and breathless, it's a scary feeling when your brain fools you into thinking your worst fears have somehow transcended into reality, and manifested themselves in the form of a whale, or a pregancy, or an abusive husband.
I had a lucid dream last week. In the dream I was walking with Thom Yorke from Radiohead in a dreary backalley in New York and he was telling me that he knew that I was going through an emotionally difficult time, but to take solace in the fact that I've been through worse, but to be prepared that the worst is yet to come. Suddenly, when I was looking at the ground, it all disappeared, like a rug had been snatched from beneath my feet. Then like a cartoon character that suddenly realizes there's no more cliff left, I started falling, but I just kept falling, and I couldn't see any ground below me. I was falling very hard, very fast, in nowhere and nothing. Then I realized that I was dreaming, and I woke up with a start, the way your body wakes up after a falling dream, and it feels like you just hit the ground when you've hit your bed.
I have no idea what the hell is going on.
I'm so excited that tommorow is friday. I really hate when people say that the next day has begun at midnight, save new years, it's unavoidable that day. on every other day of the year though, it feels weird to me to say that today is friday. I don't judge things by logic, I judge things by what feels natural to me. It feels natural that the day begins when the sun has risen, I see no sun, so to me, it's still very much thursday. but then, am I just living in the past at that point?
all I know is, the weekend is coming soon, and I couldn't be more ready for it.
I fell asleep earlier, and I woke up in panic, after another in a series of crazy dreams I've been having lately. I was hot and breathless, it's a scary feeling when your brain fools you into thinking your worst fears have somehow transcended into reality, and manifested themselves in the form of a whale, or a pregancy, or an abusive husband.
I had a lucid dream last week. In the dream I was walking with Thom Yorke from Radiohead in a dreary backalley in New York and he was telling me that he knew that I was going through an emotionally difficult time, but to take solace in the fact that I've been through worse, but to be prepared that the worst is yet to come. Suddenly, when I was looking at the ground, it all disappeared, like a rug had been snatched from beneath my feet. Then like a cartoon character that suddenly realizes there's no more cliff left, I started falling, but I just kept falling, and I couldn't see any ground below me. I was falling very hard, very fast, in nowhere and nothing. Then I realized that I was dreaming, and I woke up with a start, the way your body wakes up after a falling dream, and it feels like you just hit the ground when you've hit your bed.
I have no idea what the hell is going on.
I'm so excited that tommorow is friday. I really hate when people say that the next day has begun at midnight, save new years, it's unavoidable that day. on every other day of the year though, it feels weird to me to say that today is friday. I don't judge things by logic, I judge things by what feels natural to me. It feels natural that the day begins when the sun has risen, I see no sun, so to me, it's still very much thursday. but then, am I just living in the past at that point?
all I know is, the weekend is coming soon, and I couldn't be more ready for it.