funny thing is
man, it's funny to read over my old postings from the past year and see how all my doubts and musings eventually came to fruition. i think the fruit tree that is me just needs some more careful tending before i can reap harvest. who knows what reaping harvest will be or what type of fruit my tired limbs will bear, but i like to think it will include true love, remembering all my dreams, and maybe sitting on a cloud/standing in a basement playing some tunes/kickin out the jamz with friends.
speaking of dreams: last night i dreamt that i was back at oberlin. i had become a conceptual artist. my brillant beyond brillant concept was as follows: i locked myself in a tower for weeks without leaving, and people came to look at me in the tower and ooh and ahh because i was a living breathing piece of conceptual art. the funny thing is, i really did lock myself in a tower in oberlin! but i was no piece of art.
i've been keeping a dream journal and smelling dreaming herbs every night. the herbs seems to be helping, but they do make my room smell a little funny. The herbs are mugwort, valerian, thyme, and lavender. i love mugwort the best. it is a very powerful herb. anyways, i am trying to train myself to wake up after each dream and write it down. it is hard to make myself write in the middle of the night, but it is worthwhile when i can manage. in the morning, most times, i don't remember anything but my last dream, so when i read back over everything that happened that night, i am always mystified. last night at some point, i got picked up by a hot lady librarian, and i was very pleased. we flirted over the checkout counter.
speaking of dreams: last night i dreamt that i was back at oberlin. i had become a conceptual artist. my brillant beyond brillant concept was as follows: i locked myself in a tower for weeks without leaving, and people came to look at me in the tower and ooh and ahh because i was a living breathing piece of conceptual art. the funny thing is, i really did lock myself in a tower in oberlin! but i was no piece of art.
i've been keeping a dream journal and smelling dreaming herbs every night. the herbs seems to be helping, but they do make my room smell a little funny. The herbs are mugwort, valerian, thyme, and lavender. i love mugwort the best. it is a very powerful herb. anyways, i am trying to train myself to wake up after each dream and write it down. it is hard to make myself write in the middle of the night, but it is worthwhile when i can manage. in the morning, most times, i don't remember anything but my last dream, so when i read back over everything that happened that night, i am always mystified. last night at some point, i got picked up by a hot lady librarian, and i was very pleased. we flirted over the checkout counter.