peaceful and not-so-peaceful dreams
I dreamt last night that we had to plant the Peace Tree at night and in the rain and the tree was only about a foot tall and as skinny as a twig and you could barely see it for the stake it was tied to. And only about ten people came in my dream, and they all wandered off to eat lunch. Why lunch at night, I don't know. And I was sad.
And then in my dream, my ex-boyfriend told me that he would drive me back to my apartment, but instead, he dropped me off way over past the Eighth Street bridge, although in my dream it was partly another city. He left me on the sidewalk to get home myself while he went into his other ex-girlfriend's house (she lived over there in my dream) to "hang out." So I was in the rain on the sidewalk, and for some reason both my feet were crippled, so I was literally trying to crawl home. In the rain. At night. Two miles.
And then I woke up an hour and a half late because something with my alarm went awry. But then I had a really good day, helping my juniors with their research papers (What's the Harlem Renaissance, they asked me), researching my own debate junk, planting the Peace Tree (although I checked at 10:15 and there was no sign of a hole or a tree, and I was terrified that Physical Plant got confused. But they were about done at 10:30, when I checked again), at Brit Lit, doing the crappy debate (at that point, I was cheerful regardless), going to work, practicing my flute (and I am much in need of practice), going to rehearsal, and now doing a project on one of my favorite things: my family and our heritage. So the day has far exceeded the dreams that preceded it. So woohoo.
peace (trees), love (handles), and energy drinks (addiction).
And then in my dream, my ex-boyfriend told me that he would drive me back to my apartment, but instead, he dropped me off way over past the Eighth Street bridge, although in my dream it was partly another city. He left me on the sidewalk to get home myself while he went into his other ex-girlfriend's house (she lived over there in my dream) to "hang out." So I was in the rain on the sidewalk, and for some reason both my feet were crippled, so I was literally trying to crawl home. In the rain. At night. Two miles.
And then I woke up an hour and a half late because something with my alarm went awry. But then I had a really good day, helping my juniors with their research papers (What's the Harlem Renaissance, they asked me), researching my own debate junk, planting the Peace Tree (although I checked at 10:15 and there was no sign of a hole or a tree, and I was terrified that Physical Plant got confused. But they were about done at 10:30, when I checked again), at Brit Lit, doing the crappy debate (at that point, I was cheerful regardless), going to work, practicing my flute (and I am much in need of practice), going to rehearsal, and now doing a project on one of my favorite things: my family and our heritage. So the day has far exceeded the dreams that preceded it. So woohoo.
peace (trees), love (handles), and energy drinks (addiction).