Jun 24, 2006 18:19
I spent the morning washing wool to get it ready to dye and felt. The little girls around me were singing silly made-up songs and it made my maternal instincts go crazy and the swelled desire to have a pretty little girl of my own one day with pigtails. But my little girl would be tough as nails, mud-covered with messy braids flying.
I have been having crazy dreams lately. I must be sleeping differently because I never dream when I am at school. Someone told me that when you smoke pot you can't remember your dreams so that might have a little something to do with it considering I have basically stopped all bad habits while I have been here. A lot of my dreams have Javier in them which makes me scared that something bad has happened to him because my intuition is freakishly good. Or maybe it is the vestiges of what we had fading away. Im done holding on.
I have been very content lately. Going to bed and waking up happy.