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I am way motivated again. Once I figured out why I was all depressy, it kinda cleared. Currently, I get depressed when I feel like things are hopeless and there's nothing I can do. Reading and realizing that motivational books and the holy books kinda say the same things. Have faith, be disciplined and enjoy the process so you don't get too attached to the outcome.
Had a dream that Mariah and I went to Burning Man. The dream started where we are standing in a large tent (like center camp large) and we came on a whim but it doesn't feel like we came together. I am concerned because Mariah a very prissy person. She's Filipina but given the decision to dinner, she will invariable pick El Torito, Friday's or BJ's. She carries antibacterial gel in her purse, wears Baby Phat and thinks Antique Row of Pomona is the ghetto. Mariah is to Burning Man as Crimson is to the Yale Polo Club.
As she's telling me that it sounded like a fun idea to come to Burning Man, I realize that we have no supplies and we are camping with Death Guild. A girl walks by (someone I know in the dream but not a person from real life) says something to Mariah and I realize that we have no supplies and no one is going to feed us all week. I see bikes. We have no bikes. We have no food though I know we will have Black Sabbath pancakes. We have no costumes, water or tents. I know we can sleep in the big tent and I am sure that Mariah will probably spent her nights in some guy's tent so I am not too concerned though I look out of the tent and notice the wind is picking up and we are so not prepared for a dust storm.
We catch a ride to town and end up at a Wal-Mart but there's only one section where we can get supplies and it's sparse. She's kind of in la-la land and there's a big guy to my left who keeps chatting with me and is obviously stocking up on supplies too.
I find plastic baggies, wet wipes, salami and cheese, ice and styrofoam ice chest. I ask her if she has her camera. She says no and i say good because it'll get dust covered. she's confused as to why we need so many supplies and i am stressed because there aren't enough and we have nothing to barter with. we are sooo unprepared and i would never come to burning man with nothing. she doesn't understand that you have to bring everything and is horrified that there are no showers.
i think to myself that once she is covered in playa, she will be okay and she will get used to it and have fun. i am stressed but run through the things we can buy there- ice, coffee. if i could just get more salami and cheese i will be okay. (my first burning man, i survived on salami, cheese, bread, oreos and coffee.)
so... no, i'm not stressed about any major thing in my life right now. not feeling unprepared or unequpied. not at all.
Had a dream that Mariah and I went to Burning Man. The dream started where we are standing in a large tent (like center camp large) and we came on a whim but it doesn't feel like we came together. I am concerned because Mariah a very prissy person. She's Filipina but given the decision to dinner, she will invariable pick El Torito, Friday's or BJ's. She carries antibacterial gel in her purse, wears Baby Phat and thinks Antique Row of Pomona is the ghetto. Mariah is to Burning Man as Crimson is to the Yale Polo Club.
As she's telling me that it sounded like a fun idea to come to Burning Man, I realize that we have no supplies and we are camping with Death Guild. A girl walks by (someone I know in the dream but not a person from real life) says something to Mariah and I realize that we have no supplies and no one is going to feed us all week. I see bikes. We have no bikes. We have no food though I know we will have Black Sabbath pancakes. We have no costumes, water or tents. I know we can sleep in the big tent and I am sure that Mariah will probably spent her nights in some guy's tent so I am not too concerned though I look out of the tent and notice the wind is picking up and we are so not prepared for a dust storm.
We catch a ride to town and end up at a Wal-Mart but there's only one section where we can get supplies and it's sparse. She's kind of in la-la land and there's a big guy to my left who keeps chatting with me and is obviously stocking up on supplies too.
I find plastic baggies, wet wipes, salami and cheese, ice and styrofoam ice chest. I ask her if she has her camera. She says no and i say good because it'll get dust covered. she's confused as to why we need so many supplies and i am stressed because there aren't enough and we have nothing to barter with. we are sooo unprepared and i would never come to burning man with nothing. she doesn't understand that you have to bring everything and is horrified that there are no showers.
i think to myself that once she is covered in playa, she will be okay and she will get used to it and have fun. i am stressed but run through the things we can buy there- ice, coffee. if i could just get more salami and cheese i will be okay. (my first burning man, i survived on salami, cheese, bread, oreos and coffee.)
so... no, i'm not stressed about any major thing in my life right now. not feeling unprepared or unequpied. not at all.