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i know other peoples' dreams are the most boring things on the planet.
mine, however, have been ~weird~ lately. i think they are just reflecting the schizophrenic nature of my thoughts/feelings lately. i've had and changed several sets of major plans in the last year and i've just done it again, but luckily i think my current one is the most reasonable and mature yet. finally, i feel like my actions aren't influenced by something artificial and fleeting. or hormones or emotions.
last night i dreamt i worked for the university of phoenix, but i was doing the same job that i am now at my same desk and everything. i threw my hands up in comic exasperation. i wore white eyelet lace to a convenience store in search of a chocolate shake. i thought there might be gum on my dress.
i have other dreams starring real-life antagonists, but that's typical. after an unfortunate experience, my subconscious mind tries to knit me back together by seeking closure in my dreams. never works, but it's sweet of it to try.
i make my life a billion, nay, a trillion times harder than it needs to be. rationalizing to myself usually makes things worse. i think i need something ordered to fix it. talk therapy? yoga? reiki? vacation? all of these things probably.
but what i meant to say is, holy crap. the stitching/crafting resources on the internet are so MANY that i don't know what to do. too many ideas and inspirations everywhere.