sleep to dream
Accurate portrait of sad state of mind: Dreaming this morning. In dream, talking to several first years, or random unimportant people, when I see Connor approaching. I run to him, shouting "Connor!" Fling myself at him to hug him, He sits down on the steps and I bury my head into his side and snuffle about how my life is in shambles while he hugs back and is comforting. Let me reiterate that this was a totally ship-less dream- just me being pathetic and needing to be comforted. Sigh. dowwwwwwnward spiral.
Then again, later I also had dreams where I had sex with numerous men and women and another where there was a serial killer after me.
Then, even later, I went goth clubbing with Laure and others, I was supposed to DJ, and had my big binder, but then Laure let her friend dj with my CDs and I got really pissed, because they were my cds and her friend was doing a really bad job and playing obvious stuff and I thought it would reflect badly on me.
Finally, a naked V not too interested in kissing me, though was interested in the union clothes catalog I had to offer. And the clothing wasn't even that nice either.
So maybe I shouldn't put too much stock in my dreams. Well, at least not the wild sex and accidental pet killing ones. I bet there's some sort of deep, important meaning in those.
I really need to stop sleeping to dream though- my circadian rythm refuses to do anything it's supposed to and it's seriously screwing up my chances at being a normal person who sees sunlight.
Then again, later I also had dreams where I had sex with numerous men and women and another where there was a serial killer after me.
Then, even later, I went goth clubbing with Laure and others, I was supposed to DJ, and had my big binder, but then Laure let her friend dj with my CDs and I got really pissed, because they were my cds and her friend was doing a really bad job and playing obvious stuff and I thought it would reflect badly on me.
Finally, a naked V not too interested in kissing me, though was interested in the union clothes catalog I had to offer. And the clothing wasn't even that nice either.
So maybe I shouldn't put too much stock in my dreams. Well, at least not the wild sex and accidental pet killing ones. I bet there's some sort of deep, important meaning in those.
I really need to stop sleeping to dream though- my circadian rythm refuses to do anything it's supposed to and it's seriously screwing up my chances at being a normal person who sees sunlight.