Dr. Freud will see you now.
So, I've found that my bouts of OCD are becoming shorter and shorter. I've had a long couple of days. I'm tired and ready to go home. I'm pretty sick of everyone right now. Even the love sick cat that follows me around is starting to get on my nerves. My sister sent me a the sweetest e-mail that just said "I love you" like 100 times and at the end "I miss you too". Little things like that help get me through the day. But my dreams of travel help the most. I think me and Adiana are going to take a trip to the Dominican Republic when I get back state-side. YAY. But first things first, I'm going to go to Canada and get hammered! Hoorah for Canada! Oh I just got the most un-patriotic chill... I wonder what that means... I'm funny no? So I have been plagued by the oddest dreams lately. Last night I was out to sea trapped on an abandoned oil rig and there were giant Juggernaut whales everywhere that were knocking at the rig and going to eventually knock me in the water, I had a cell phone and called the coast guard but they wouldn't come help me, because they believed the cell phone was stolen. And I just remember screaming and crying as the sea mist took me over. I wonder what the hell that means. I've always had dreams about whales and the ocean. I must admit that I'm a bit intimated by both. Maybe because they are both so huge. When I dream about the ocean I'm always very far out to sea and can see how vast it is beneath me. All that emptiness scares me. Maybe I should talk to Ackerman about that. And the sheer size of whales is almost maddening. My mother told me that when she was pregnant with me she had recurring dreams about Whales and the ocean. Maybe it really does mean something other than the fact the my subconscious is a quagmire of random images. Ok that's enough of my brain droppings. Goodnight and Goodluck.