So I will share this room with you, and you can have this heart to break...
Tomorrow, I take two exams and then I get to leave. I'll probably be home around seven or eight-ish, in case any of you people are wondering.
Of course, before I leave, I have all that "clean your room and close down for break" stuff to take care of, as well as the "last minute study for English exam" stuff. (I have it all calculated out. I only need a 60% on the final to get an A in the class. Wish I could say the same for physics.)
It's been a very odd couple of days. I don't seem to be adjusting to the new medication particularly well - I've been having "I don't like humans anymore" days a few times, and I was really dizzy all day today. And I had the weirdest dream last night/this morning, so I've had all this random mental imagery and plot fragments stuck in the back of my mind all day. It's very surreal.
I sort of wish I had recurring dreams. I never have the same dream twice. They're always completely different, but equally bizarre and illogical. And whenever I try to remember them later, I can only get vague flashes of scenes, but I know there was more to it when I was asleep. This last one, for example, I think started out in some place that I identified as "home," but which was then sold off for some reason while I was still living there. Then there was some sort of deathmatch gymnastics competition, which I managed to escape from after a while, and then I just kept walking. Until I hit West Virginia, where I ran across a bunch of people I knew camped out by a river, one of whom happened to be an ex-girlfriend. (I'm not really sure if I was a girl or a guy in the dream. I think it might have changed a few times. Oddly enough, that's not the first time that sort of thing's happened. Once I dreamed that I got stuck on an alien planet and married a half-human, half-alien-lobster-woman. We lived happily ever after with several children until I discovered that the planet's sun had been incorrectly programmed, at which point I had to modify the family minivan for interstellar flight and save Geddy Lee in a daring rescue, minutes before the planet blew up.)
...Uh, where was I again? Right. West Virginia. River. Ex-girlfriend. I think we were harvesting rice. Then I walked back to Michigan, but something else happened. That's where it really starts to get fuzzy. I think there was a bad guy at that point. And maybe I was trying to sell him a house, but really I was just stalling for something, and there was some kind of weird race or a battle and someone exploded... Whatever it was, I think I won. I have the feeling that it all made sense at the time, but all I can remember are short bits of scenes, no sense of any kind of plot. That's the really annoying part, because sometimes throughout the day I'd remember a flash of _something_ but I can't fit it into anything.
It'd be really cool if you could record dreams somehow. I mean, if these are just the few dreams I remember, I'd kind of like to know what happened in the ones I've forgotten. And if they make any more sense when I can see the whole thing, or if maybe the random nonsensical fragments are pretty much all there was in the first place.
Also, I think my PS2 hates me or something. It refuses to admit the existance of either of my memory cards when I'm trying to save a game. Which is... irritating, to say the least.
Of course, before I leave, I have all that "clean your room and close down for break" stuff to take care of, as well as the "last minute study for English exam" stuff. (I have it all calculated out. I only need a 60% on the final to get an A in the class. Wish I could say the same for physics.)
It's been a very odd couple of days. I don't seem to be adjusting to the new medication particularly well - I've been having "I don't like humans anymore" days a few times, and I was really dizzy all day today. And I had the weirdest dream last night/this morning, so I've had all this random mental imagery and plot fragments stuck in the back of my mind all day. It's very surreal.
I sort of wish I had recurring dreams. I never have the same dream twice. They're always completely different, but equally bizarre and illogical. And whenever I try to remember them later, I can only get vague flashes of scenes, but I know there was more to it when I was asleep. This last one, for example, I think started out in some place that I identified as "home," but which was then sold off for some reason while I was still living there. Then there was some sort of deathmatch gymnastics competition, which I managed to escape from after a while, and then I just kept walking. Until I hit West Virginia, where I ran across a bunch of people I knew camped out by a river, one of whom happened to be an ex-girlfriend. (I'm not really sure if I was a girl or a guy in the dream. I think it might have changed a few times. Oddly enough, that's not the first time that sort of thing's happened. Once I dreamed that I got stuck on an alien planet and married a half-human, half-alien-lobster-woman. We lived happily ever after with several children until I discovered that the planet's sun had been incorrectly programmed, at which point I had to modify the family minivan for interstellar flight and save Geddy Lee in a daring rescue, minutes before the planet blew up.)
...Uh, where was I again? Right. West Virginia. River. Ex-girlfriend. I think we were harvesting rice. Then I walked back to Michigan, but something else happened. That's where it really starts to get fuzzy. I think there was a bad guy at that point. And maybe I was trying to sell him a house, but really I was just stalling for something, and there was some kind of weird race or a battle and someone exploded... Whatever it was, I think I won. I have the feeling that it all made sense at the time, but all I can remember are short bits of scenes, no sense of any kind of plot. That's the really annoying part, because sometimes throughout the day I'd remember a flash of _something_ but I can't fit it into anything.
It'd be really cool if you could record dreams somehow. I mean, if these are just the few dreams I remember, I'd kind of like to know what happened in the ones I've forgotten. And if they make any more sense when I can see the whole thing, or if maybe the random nonsensical fragments are pretty much all there was in the first place.
Also, I think my PS2 hates me or something. It refuses to admit the existance of either of my memory cards when I'm trying to save a game. Which is... irritating, to say the least.