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I've been having weird dreams lately. In the first dream, I had some sort of illness that was making me have sores on the palms of my hands. It was a poxvirus of some sort, and spots in my hands were opening up like sick little eyes. Quite disgusting. The feds were called in, since it was conceivably dangerous and contagious, and yet I still kept going around doing my normal things, even though people got mad at me.
The next I was in South Africa- the South Africa that does not exist, and yet I dream it anyway. I know the street that does not exist, and the lagoon and the ocean, and this time I saw the ghetto. Terrorists had taken over the particular town, and one had decided to keep me as his pet. I escaped and contacted my parents, and we were trying to figure out what to do- there was no way out. We had to separate so they didn't get hurt if he found me. At one point I was running through a rickety skywalk to a shebeen, and a man came past me who was on "zombie"- an apt name for a drug, since he was flailing and shuffling and his flesh was rotting off. It was strange because the man and I had developed an odd sort of affection for each other, even though I hated him.
In others news, I was thinking a melancholy thought today, how nothing I had thought would be wonderful in adulthood, while I was a child, is as good as it seemed. Yes, I can sit down and eat twelve cupcakes (I can't get enough of those cupcakes, cousin!), but I would feel sick and get fat. I could stay up all night, but I have work in the morning. I earn money and give almost all of it to entirely un-fun things such as taxes and mortgages. I don't have to listen to my mom and dad, but I have to listen to the police and my boss and the IRS and a bunch of people who are not about to give me a hug and make me cookies. I think college was probably the best, since I had basically no rules to follow, but the only reason I was lucky enough to have that experience was because my parents were footing the bill. At UVA, where I was paying myself, I spent my free time working odd jobs and scrimping on groceries.
And now I'm in tons of debt.
People are right, we should start out old and grow younger. Then we'd appreciate it all. But then would people be whining about how much better it was when they were older? Probably.
The next I was in South Africa- the South Africa that does not exist, and yet I dream it anyway. I know the street that does not exist, and the lagoon and the ocean, and this time I saw the ghetto. Terrorists had taken over the particular town, and one had decided to keep me as his pet. I escaped and contacted my parents, and we were trying to figure out what to do- there was no way out. We had to separate so they didn't get hurt if he found me. At one point I was running through a rickety skywalk to a shebeen, and a man came past me who was on "zombie"- an apt name for a drug, since he was flailing and shuffling and his flesh was rotting off. It was strange because the man and I had developed an odd sort of affection for each other, even though I hated him.
In others news, I was thinking a melancholy thought today, how nothing I had thought would be wonderful in adulthood, while I was a child, is as good as it seemed. Yes, I can sit down and eat twelve cupcakes (I can't get enough of those cupcakes, cousin!), but I would feel sick and get fat. I could stay up all night, but I have work in the morning. I earn money and give almost all of it to entirely un-fun things such as taxes and mortgages. I don't have to listen to my mom and dad, but I have to listen to the police and my boss and the IRS and a bunch of people who are not about to give me a hug and make me cookies. I think college was probably the best, since I had basically no rules to follow, but the only reason I was lucky enough to have that experience was because my parents were footing the bill. At UVA, where I was paying myself, I spent my free time working odd jobs and scrimping on groceries.
And now I'm in tons of debt.
People are right, we should start out old and grow younger. Then we'd appreciate it all. But then would people be whining about how much better it was when they were older? Probably.