dreamlife.
Working three hours a day is going pretty well. I might be bumping it up to 6 hours a day next week, if I start working in as an assistant summer school teacher for autistic kid(s). (There may only be one kid in the class, plus a real teacher, plus me. It's just that in order to do that I have to turn in all this paperwork by tomorrow, so that will be a little tricky. Among other things, I need to have on file a TB test and two letters of recommendation from any person who isn't family. But it will happen or no.
In the meantime, I have been having these weird dreams. Last night I dreamt that my mom died suddenly in an accident, and I was going to elaborate measures to keep that fact from everyone I know because I didn't want to be known as "the girl whose parents are always dying." So that was pretty weird. I think the most indicative one was night before last when I was in some sort of cult, and as a leap of faith we had to take these pills that would make us "die" but only for something like 2 days and then we would wake up. It was sort of like a more threatening version of being born again. The two other people taking part in this weird sort of baptism took the pills and just dropped off right away, but I didn't. I ended up still being conscious a whole day, and I was terrified of "dying" so even though I was really, really woozy and could feel it coming on, I just couldn't give in to it. I think that one might have had something to do with how deeply I fall asleep, because really, it's scary sometimes. I forgot the others, but they're crazy shit.
In the meantime, I have been having these weird dreams. Last night I dreamt that my mom died suddenly in an accident, and I was going to elaborate measures to keep that fact from everyone I know because I didn't want to be known as "the girl whose parents are always dying." So that was pretty weird. I think the most indicative one was night before last when I was in some sort of cult, and as a leap of faith we had to take these pills that would make us "die" but only for something like 2 days and then we would wake up. It was sort of like a more threatening version of being born again. The two other people taking part in this weird sort of baptism took the pills and just dropped off right away, but I didn't. I ended up still being conscious a whole day, and I was terrified of "dying" so even though I was really, really woozy and could feel it coming on, I just couldn't give in to it. I think that one might have had something to do with how deeply I fall asleep, because really, it's scary sometimes. I forgot the others, but they're crazy shit.