Just woke up from a strange dream. Something having to do with being in a parking lot and driving through a bunch of cars that didnt bother aiming for the spaces, at the same time there's a xmas tree in the middle and this is cool bc in real life our tree is of course still up and right near the couch I sleep on when I visit and I left the lights on before going to sleep. Anyhoo the dream shifts so that the tree's branches and lights are hanging all over the parking lot and then it's not a parking lot but a gymnasium with tables set up everywhere, some sort of high school dinner with me weaving through all the people like I'm still in the car, and of course I fail to notice this subtle change of scenery.
Gets vague after that. Becomes a Writer's House (a program I'm in at UMD) xmas function of some sort with people telling me I'm a piece of shit, sort of reminds of the time I got in trouble in the marine corps and found myself swabbing the restroom at Thanksgiving. Certainly doesnt reflect my experience in the writers house
I start conjuring up friends' new poems that havent hit the workshop yet or been seen be me and remembering how I always do this (NOT TRUE). THen a bunch of where-are-my-marbles contemplation and this wakes me up, boner through the roof.
Why? I dont know. But I might as well rub one off.
SHould have done this before getting on the compooter Its going apeshit. Just wanted to put in my dream. Now it doesnt turn on right, caps lock light is in reverse so when it's off it's on and when its on its off, everything i click opens in a new window. needless to say, my erection is old news.
I'm gonna start up a dream log, havent done that for a while. I think I saw one of those mead comp notebooks laying around somewhere.
It's not even 3 when I wake up (now almost 4), which means I didnt even get 3 hours sleep. Time to start an I'm-an-insomniac-and-I-like-it group.
Gets vague after that. Becomes a Writer's House (a program I'm in at UMD) xmas function of some sort with people telling me I'm a piece of shit, sort of reminds of the time I got in trouble in the marine corps and found myself swabbing the restroom at Thanksgiving. Certainly doesnt reflect my experience in the writers house
I start conjuring up friends' new poems that havent hit the workshop yet or been seen be me and remembering how I always do this (NOT TRUE). THen a bunch of where-are-my-marbles contemplation and this wakes me up, boner through the roof.
Why? I dont know. But I might as well rub one off.
SHould have done this before getting on the compooter Its going apeshit. Just wanted to put in my dream. Now it doesnt turn on right, caps lock light is in reverse so when it's off it's on and when its on its off, everything i click opens in a new window. needless to say, my erection is old news.
I'm gonna start up a dream log, havent done that for a while. I think I saw one of those mead comp notebooks laying around somewhere.
It's not even 3 when I wake up (now almost 4), which means I didnt even get 3 hours sleep. Time to start an I'm-an-insomniac-and-I-like-it group.
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btw. don't have to work this weekend, so we might have to start up the dang Insomniacs4eva club...