I Need A Life!
I woke up this morning after having this incredible dream - I was with a musclebound soldier, an Army man, WITH him with him, like relationshipped. We were sitting very close, on the floor against the wall of someplace that was white, and I had my arms wrapped around the one of his that was next to me. He kept telling me how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was, and I kept playing coy and telling him to shut it, but I was totally eating it up. I woke up so happy. Happier than I've felt for a really long time.
I just finished the chapter in my Psych class that dealt in part with sleep and dreaming. So I either take the cognitive view of this - that it was just my brain processing events of the day (a story on This American Life about an Iraqi POW who fell in love with an American soldier [the POW was male, the soldier a woman], dealing with a work crush that's souring, a day of feeling unappreciated and used at work), a psychoanalyitical view (that the soldier, the relationship, the feelings were all manifestations of things in my unconscious that I don't want to acknowledge), or the whole "dream analysis" view - that love was either a symbol of me not having enough love or a prediction of love coming my way, the soldier was a warning against casual love affairs and ill-advised flirtations and his muscles were telling me that I have the power to overcome emotional sorrow but I should beware of new friendships.
So lame. I need to start doing stuff with my life, instead of just the work/school/sleep cycle that I've been rocking the last few weeks. First on the list is kicking my weight loss in the ass, to broaden my horizons, so to speak.
I just finished the chapter in my Psych class that dealt in part with sleep and dreaming. So I either take the cognitive view of this - that it was just my brain processing events of the day (a story on This American Life about an Iraqi POW who fell in love with an American soldier [the POW was male, the soldier a woman], dealing with a work crush that's souring, a day of feeling unappreciated and used at work), a psychoanalyitical view (that the soldier, the relationship, the feelings were all manifestations of things in my unconscious that I don't want to acknowledge), or the whole "dream analysis" view - that love was either a symbol of me not having enough love or a prediction of love coming my way, the soldier was a warning against casual love affairs and ill-advised flirtations and his muscles were telling me that I have the power to overcome emotional sorrow but I should beware of new friendships.
So lame. I need to start doing stuff with my life, instead of just the work/school/sleep cycle that I've been rocking the last few weeks. First on the list is kicking my weight loss in the ass, to broaden my horizons, so to speak.