you die, you're born, you go to school.
and yeah, that is the right order.
this morning is beautiful. i had dreams last night that i don't remember well because i woke up about three times. the only bit i remember clearly is the last few seconds. i was sitting in a cushy office chair across from a black man dressed in grey. he had this deep, slightly gruff, soothing voice and he was giving me instructions on what to do. i was kind of squirming in pain and holding my belly and he was saying "it'll be done soon" or something of the sort. "then you should sweep" and i got a mental image of the floor in front of my altar with a broom going across it. "because there'll be a lot more (somethings) coming soon after."
i woke up pretty immediately after he had finished speaking. and i rolled over in bed to face my altar, and then through the window above it came the soft transition from grey soft light to golden beams. it was as if i watched the beams shoot through the window and crawl to where they would lay on the floor. the last few seconds of the dream rolled through my head. i realised the pains i was feeling were birth pangs, and the angelic black man was coaching me. i thought back to the card spreads of the previous few days and remembered the death card immediately. death=birth. so it made sense. there is something i have to clean, though, and i'll start with a broom and my altar.
i love today. bo is driving me onto campus to insure that i get the classes i want when i go in on monday with the rest to say hey i'm here give me these classes pleease i woke up buttfuck early just to appease.
if i pull it off i'll be going to one class in the evening on tuesday, and one in the evening on thursday.
i need to get that fucking car, though, because one of the classes lets out at 9:50 pm and we live a good 45 minutes from campus. well, maybe only 30. but still. and once i get to school in a month, well, more like 23 days, now, i'll have a real human social life. jumpin woogities. how merrily exciting. i could puke. no, i'm happy.
all so new and exciting. and that dream. something i've been waiting for is around the corner, very close.. i should probably get to cleaning. wup, no. bo's home. time for other stuff. then cleaning.
lil
this morning is beautiful. i had dreams last night that i don't remember well because i woke up about three times. the only bit i remember clearly is the last few seconds. i was sitting in a cushy office chair across from a black man dressed in grey. he had this deep, slightly gruff, soothing voice and he was giving me instructions on what to do. i was kind of squirming in pain and holding my belly and he was saying "it'll be done soon" or something of the sort. "then you should sweep" and i got a mental image of the floor in front of my altar with a broom going across it. "because there'll be a lot more (somethings) coming soon after."
i woke up pretty immediately after he had finished speaking. and i rolled over in bed to face my altar, and then through the window above it came the soft transition from grey soft light to golden beams. it was as if i watched the beams shoot through the window and crawl to where they would lay on the floor. the last few seconds of the dream rolled through my head. i realised the pains i was feeling were birth pangs, and the angelic black man was coaching me. i thought back to the card spreads of the previous few days and remembered the death card immediately. death=birth. so it made sense. there is something i have to clean, though, and i'll start with a broom and my altar.
i love today. bo is driving me onto campus to insure that i get the classes i want when i go in on monday with the rest to say hey i'm here give me these classes pleease i woke up buttfuck early just to appease.
if i pull it off i'll be going to one class in the evening on tuesday, and one in the evening on thursday.
i need to get that fucking car, though, because one of the classes lets out at 9:50 pm and we live a good 45 minutes from campus. well, maybe only 30. but still. and once i get to school in a month, well, more like 23 days, now, i'll have a real human social life. jumpin woogities. how merrily exciting. i could puke. no, i'm happy.
all so new and exciting. and that dream. something i've been waiting for is around the corner, very close.. i should probably get to cleaning. wup, no. bo's home. time for other stuff. then cleaning.
lil