hi.
It's been 51 weeks since I last posted.
I used to never remember my dreams. However, lately, I've been remembering a lot of weird dreams. Babies are usually somehow incorporated in them too. Weird.
Last night, I dreamt that I was with a pregnant woman in a hospital. She was sitting in a wheel chair, in a lot of pain. I was there to take her pain away from her. So everything she felt, I was feeling too. I was doing a pretty great job at handling it, then all of a sudden I felt this huge chunk of flesh in my mouth, that made it really hard to breath. I tried to tell the doctor something was wrong, but I couldn't speak well because of it. The doctor instucted me not to spit it out, because it was some sort of organ, and I would lose it if I were to spit it out. I didn't know what to do, so I swallowed it. I woke up (not really, just in my dream) and I was in my living room, unable to breath, and scared out of my mind. I jumped from the side of the couch I was on, over to the side my room mate, Naoto, was on. I was trying to tell him I couldn't breath, but he couldn't understand what I was trying to say. I started patting my own back, and pointing to his hand. He eventually started to pat my back. This didn't help my breathing, but it calmed me down. As I started to black out, I woke up in real life.
Speaking of real life. I have a lot going on/not going on. On top of that, I have no idea what I'm doing with myself in 6 months. I need some sort of plan. Maybe I should move to Australia... like Alexander in the book.
I used to never remember my dreams. However, lately, I've been remembering a lot of weird dreams. Babies are usually somehow incorporated in them too. Weird.
Last night, I dreamt that I was with a pregnant woman in a hospital. She was sitting in a wheel chair, in a lot of pain. I was there to take her pain away from her. So everything she felt, I was feeling too. I was doing a pretty great job at handling it, then all of a sudden I felt this huge chunk of flesh in my mouth, that made it really hard to breath. I tried to tell the doctor something was wrong, but I couldn't speak well because of it. The doctor instucted me not to spit it out, because it was some sort of organ, and I would lose it if I were to spit it out. I didn't know what to do, so I swallowed it. I woke up (not really, just in my dream) and I was in my living room, unable to breath, and scared out of my mind. I jumped from the side of the couch I was on, over to the side my room mate, Naoto, was on. I was trying to tell him I couldn't breath, but he couldn't understand what I was trying to say. I started patting my own back, and pointing to his hand. He eventually started to pat my back. This didn't help my breathing, but it calmed me down. As I started to black out, I woke up in real life.
Speaking of real life. I have a lot going on/not going on. On top of that, I have no idea what I'm doing with myself in 6 months. I need some sort of plan. Maybe I should move to Australia... like Alexander in the book.