i had a dream that corey i and were hiking in an area that looked like northern minnesota. we found what appeard to be a granite pit filled with crystal clear water. from a rock ridge above, the water was so clear i could see the texture of the rock all the way to the bottom. as i stood on this rock ridge, i looked down to see corey near the surface of the water, preparing to get in. i jumped, and watched him as i fell toward the pool. he was sitting at the edge of the water, and slid himself in feet first. as he did, the surface of the water pulled in around him, and i realized that what looked like rock texture underneath was actually the surface texture of a pool of mud.
right as corey realized this, he looked at me. i was already in the air, on my way down, and he put a hand up and said "wait." but i couldn't, i plunged into the mud with barely a sound and no splash. i shot all the way down until i could feel the stone bottom on the soles of my feet. i tried to push up or swim to the surface, but i could only tread mud. it felt silky on my skin, but i couldn't move through it. i heard corey, muffled, calling my name above. i could hear him taking deep breaths and diving beneath the mud as though he could see me or reach me by doing so.
i started slowly letting out my breath - one bubble at a time - in hopes that i would just float up. i started feeling like i was moving, but i never reached the top.
i woke up. corey had left for work at 6:30 this morning, but came home at 9 on his break and crawled back into bed. i couldn't have been more relieved to have him there when i woke up.
i've been feeling a little strange lately. yesterday corey and i went to pdx to shop and get lunch. perusing a cd store (where i purchased a pixies cd, by the way), i started blanking out, couldn't see anything but flashing lights, and my scalp went completely tingly. i thought i was heading for the floor, but i scurried out and sat down before it happened. it took about ten minutes before i could see clearly again, and it was followed up by a killer headache.
later we headed to eugene to see my brother's new band - the jettison contraband - play their second show ever. when my brother first showed me some of their recorded stuff, i liked it but thought i liked it less than the greenhouse material. after the show last night, my mind is completely changed. this new music is an evolution of greenhouse, and though it's only three members, sounds very full and put together. i dig. they all seem happy with it too, which makes for a better show.
i drank numerous vodka-red-bulls, and i don't feel hung over today, but i didn't sleep very well with all the caffeine and whathaveyou in my system.
my SG membership will expire soon, and i don't think i'll be renewing. i rarely update or comment and enjoy it mainly for the convenient friend's page so i can see all the journals i'm interested in at once. but, i think i can manage to bookmark them individually... we'll see.
right as corey realized this, he looked at me. i was already in the air, on my way down, and he put a hand up and said "wait." but i couldn't, i plunged into the mud with barely a sound and no splash. i shot all the way down until i could feel the stone bottom on the soles of my feet. i tried to push up or swim to the surface, but i could only tread mud. it felt silky on my skin, but i couldn't move through it. i heard corey, muffled, calling my name above. i could hear him taking deep breaths and diving beneath the mud as though he could see me or reach me by doing so.
i started slowly letting out my breath - one bubble at a time - in hopes that i would just float up. i started feeling like i was moving, but i never reached the top.
i woke up. corey had left for work at 6:30 this morning, but came home at 9 on his break and crawled back into bed. i couldn't have been more relieved to have him there when i woke up.
i've been feeling a little strange lately. yesterday corey and i went to pdx to shop and get lunch. perusing a cd store (where i purchased a pixies cd, by the way), i started blanking out, couldn't see anything but flashing lights, and my scalp went completely tingly. i thought i was heading for the floor, but i scurried out and sat down before it happened. it took about ten minutes before i could see clearly again, and it was followed up by a killer headache.
later we headed to eugene to see my brother's new band - the jettison contraband - play their second show ever. when my brother first showed me some of their recorded stuff, i liked it but thought i liked it less than the greenhouse material. after the show last night, my mind is completely changed. this new music is an evolution of greenhouse, and though it's only three members, sounds very full and put together. i dig. they all seem happy with it too, which makes for a better show.
i drank numerous vodka-red-bulls, and i don't feel hung over today, but i didn't sleep very well with all the caffeine and whathaveyou in my system.
my SG membership will expire soon, and i don't think i'll be renewing. i rarely update or comment and enjoy it mainly for the convenient friend's page so i can see all the journals i'm interested in at once. but, i think i can manage to bookmark them individually... we'll see.
sadness.