Of Dreams
It was the wierdest thing... I rarely ever remember my dreams. Everybody insists to me that one does indeed dream when one sleeps, but one may simply not remember, hence my *not* saying as I used to "I never really dream." Anyway.
The Insom-ers and Co., as I've come to call my high school cohorts, have finally gotten around to *doing* instead of mentioning to each other "Hey, we really have to all get together again before we part ways." And last night I dreamed that we were in class again, in Mrs. Southern's class, only it was slightly brighter and more elongated... there was more room between the sides of the desks. It was like any other morning wehn we were mostly in relatively good moods, and we were just sitting around discussing the movie and all that... and I remember that in my head I somehow justified being in class despite having already graduated. I don't remember what that reason was, but somehow I made it make sense.
So later today I was trying to call Corky to find out if she could come or not, and in that Dreamcatcher(book, not move)-esque filing system in my head, when I referenced the memory for the specific details we'd decided on, I was thinking of the dream rather than the chatroom. This went on for a little while before I realized that I hadn't been in Mrs. Southern's classroom for two months... and it didn't even look like that anyway.
In waking hours I've been packing things and moving things and marking things. I am beginning o understand why everybody hates to move so much. I am astounded at the sheer magnitude of plunder we've accumulated over the last 13 years. I mean, really. It's going to take us *months* to sell all this stuff. We've been cleaning steadily for the last week and a half, and the house doesn't look half empty.
Also been blissfully enchanted by my Josh Groban "Closer" cd, which in turn has inspired multiple layouts... now if I can just get a long enough break from Cleaning to actually draft a new one. Eh, I'll probably just cheat and make a version of what I have now... new image and color scheme or something.
Meh. I still hate this new blogger interface layout thingie. Most bothersome about the actual posting part... the half scrollbar. What is up with that?!?! Actually, it's not even half... maybe two-thirds.
So it's back to work for me~ I still have more stuff to fold and wrap and throw away.
It was the wierdest thing... I rarely ever remember my dreams. Everybody insists to me that one does indeed dream when one sleeps, but one may simply not remember, hence my *not* saying as I used to "I never really dream." Anyway.
The Insom-ers and Co., as I've come to call my high school cohorts, have finally gotten around to *doing* instead of mentioning to each other "Hey, we really have to all get together again before we part ways." And last night I dreamed that we were in class again, in Mrs. Southern's class, only it was slightly brighter and more elongated... there was more room between the sides of the desks. It was like any other morning wehn we were mostly in relatively good moods, and we were just sitting around discussing the movie and all that... and I remember that in my head I somehow justified being in class despite having already graduated. I don't remember what that reason was, but somehow I made it make sense.
So later today I was trying to call Corky to find out if she could come or not, and in that Dreamcatcher(book, not move)-esque filing system in my head, when I referenced the memory for the specific details we'd decided on, I was thinking of the dream rather than the chatroom. This went on for a little while before I realized that I hadn't been in Mrs. Southern's classroom for two months... and it didn't even look like that anyway.
In waking hours I've been packing things and moving things and marking things. I am beginning o understand why everybody hates to move so much. I am astounded at the sheer magnitude of plunder we've accumulated over the last 13 years. I mean, really. It's going to take us *months* to sell all this stuff. We've been cleaning steadily for the last week and a half, and the house doesn't look half empty.
Also been blissfully enchanted by my Josh Groban "Closer" cd, which in turn has inspired multiple layouts... now if I can just get a long enough break from Cleaning to actually draft a new one. Eh, I'll probably just cheat and make a version of what I have now... new image and color scheme or something.
Meh. I still hate this new blogger interface layout thingie. Most bothersome about the actual posting part... the half scrollbar. What is up with that?!?! Actually, it's not even half... maybe two-thirds.
So it's back to work for me~ I still have more stuff to fold and wrap and throw away.
posted by Deborah at 9:27:00 PM
