Perchance to dream
Nov. 18th, 2012 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alcippeI slept 13 hours Friday night, and 13 hours last night. I ate something that didn't agree with me this evening, so I am already in bed (with my iPad). I feel like my weekend was spent almost entirely in bed.
I've kept a notebook beside my pillow to write down my dreams. As you can imagine, they've been strange and mysterious. I'd like to get in the habit of writing down my dreams. I'm interested in what goes on in my head when the lights go out, and I'd like to take a stab at analyzing them.
When I was younger I had a terrible accident where I fractured my pelvis in four places. It happened in a graveyard when I was 18. For about a year after the accident I had dreams that would predict the future. It seemed very natural at the time. I guess I wonder if I have any of that left in me, buried under the day-to-day bullshit and job stress.
Coaxing magic out of the mundane.
I'm turning 39 this Saturday. Its not an easy one, not as easy as the others were. My self concept is changing, and it's an uncomfortable thing.
I wish my hair wasn't at this totally awkward growing out stage from when I had it shaved. It's all poofy and Grey and just adds insult to injury. I'm sure it'll look fine in a month or so but it looks supremely dorky right now. No, I am not going to post a picture.
All this grey, though. I'm really not digging it. Maybe I'll try a darker color.. Black? Or maybe I'll try bleaching it myself. We'll see.
I've kept a notebook beside my pillow to write down my dreams. As you can imagine, they've been strange and mysterious. I'd like to get in the habit of writing down my dreams. I'm interested in what goes on in my head when the lights go out, and I'd like to take a stab at analyzing them.
When I was younger I had a terrible accident where I fractured my pelvis in four places. It happened in a graveyard when I was 18. For about a year after the accident I had dreams that would predict the future. It seemed very natural at the time. I guess I wonder if I have any of that left in me, buried under the day-to-day bullshit and job stress.
Coaxing magic out of the mundane.
I'm turning 39 this Saturday. Its not an easy one, not as easy as the others were. My self concept is changing, and it's an uncomfortable thing.
I wish my hair wasn't at this totally awkward growing out stage from when I had it shaved. It's all poofy and Grey and just adds insult to injury. I'm sure it'll look fine in a month or so but it looks supremely dorky right now. No, I am not going to post a picture.
All this grey, though. I'm really not digging it. Maybe I'll try a darker color.. Black? Or maybe I'll try bleaching it myself. We'll see.
