...with cheese

[arethinn]

Posted to a list I'm on...

Sorry for the long post but I felt like writing about what I believe could have been a visit to the underworld. It was a Tuesday night when I had a very vivid dream where I was in
a large underground cave. I entered into it between two high pillars...

I wish I had meaningful, magical dreams. But no, last night I had Yet Another of my extremely common "kissing random boys" dreams. (There were three in this one; one creepily looked like one of the guys from the company that does our student body cards, and another rather resembled sajin and was also on ecstasy at the time.) It's depressing, both for the fact of not being able to be attractive in real life, and for being the kind of sad act who tries to make up for it by having these sorts of dreams (the satisfaction obviously goes away as soon as I wake up).

Blergh.

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[shalora.livejournal.com]

If it helps, I've been in the same slump. In college (the first time), I had these great, meaningful, often prophetic dreams. The one about Heather, the other night, was the closest I've gotten recently, and even that was just my subconscious looking for comfort. My last prophetic dream was just about someone I love moving away and how I found out when she'd left(after she'd gone, without getting to say a final goodbye), and while true in *every detail*, I wasn't real pleased about that.

[saizai.livejournal.com]

... and the third?

And, um, must I remind you about the "not being attractive" part?

[starlightforest.livejournal.com]

The third I didn't recall.