Sunday, June 21, 2009

So I'm getting my ass kicked by a drawing. That's right, I'm being completely taken out by this thing. I've spent atleast ten or more hours on it and I'm barely halfway done. The only good thing that has come from this time has been the fact that I have now pushed my music collection to three thousand, and I've discovered the brilliance of Cajun Dance Party.

If you cared about my dreaming progress - I actually had a dream that I remembered last night! Though, I was convinced it was real and wasn't able to manipulate it, as it was yet another apocalypse dream. They're probably one of the most common dreams I have: some supernatural disaster wipes out the entire world's population except for the people conveniently with me at the time. Then we proceed to drive around, (me driving by the way, I'm always awful at it) checking out the wreckage. Pretty morbid. And seeing as dreams are our subconscious talking to us, I wonder if I should be concerned?

I always feel weird talking about dreams, especially with people
in real life. Whenever dreams come up in conversation, people (now this is actually, probably, just going to be me) always assume that the others involved are lying, even if that possibility wouldn't make sense. It just seems like whatever people's dreams are, are complete fabrications just pulled out of thin air to continue interesting conversation. Yeah, this is definitely just going to be me thinking this, but whenever that conversation happens things just seem so fake. Which, I suppose, shouldn't be a surprise, seeing as these things in our mind are far from reality.

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