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i had another dream last night about housing anxiety, which racks up two that i know of / remember. last night's dream, interestingly, combined housing anxiety with anxiety about getting into school, as well as anxiety about k.
it was about me asking mcgill to be housed in a residence full of queers. they said yes, but put me in the gay male housing unit (ok i know this doesn't make sense, cos literally in my dreams if i request to do a thing with queers and am responded to favourably, i don't expect sex segregation). anyway, the dorms were painted a sortof light lime-warm yellow colour, like the walls of a gym, and were totally made of concrete. i was sweeping out some nooks and talking about where i wished to put my bed, having a back and forth with k about whether it was truth or rumour that someone had been killed in that very dorm. it's gotten all fuzzy now already, but the point was this:
+they housed me with k, who apparently even in my dreams is a fag.
+some great sadness was stored up in that space
+i was trying to sweep the sadness out of it.
+evidently i was going to live in mcgill residence for some nice reason, like being in nursing school (!)
this morning there was an email from k just generally responding curtly but sweetly to my little head up last night, and i felt better.
and in the meantime, boston continues to treat me real well.
it was about me asking mcgill to be housed in a residence full of queers. they said yes, but put me in the gay male housing unit (ok i know this doesn't make sense, cos literally in my dreams if i request to do a thing with queers and am responded to favourably, i don't expect sex segregation). anyway, the dorms were painted a sortof light lime-warm yellow colour, like the walls of a gym, and were totally made of concrete. i was sweeping out some nooks and talking about where i wished to put my bed, having a back and forth with k about whether it was truth or rumour that someone had been killed in that very dorm. it's gotten all fuzzy now already, but the point was this:
+they housed me with k, who apparently even in my dreams is a fag.
+some great sadness was stored up in that space
+i was trying to sweep the sadness out of it.
+evidently i was going to live in mcgill residence for some nice reason, like being in nursing school (!)
this morning there was an email from k just generally responding curtly but sweetly to my little head up last night, and i felt better.
and in the meantime, boston continues to treat me real well.