Thursday, December 15, 2005

Awash in weirdness...

I have been having the strangest dreams lately. I’m really starting to wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me. Twice in the past week, I’ve had tsunami dreams. It’s funny because it’s not like they put me in a panic. I’m sort of fascinated with them, actually. The tsunamis in the dreams, not the…well, maybe both, actually.

Anyway, in the first one, we’re in the tropics on the beach awaiting the tsunami and when it comes, there are more surfers in the water than I’ve ever seen in my life. We get the smallest part of the wave and no one gets hurt. There are secondary waves, but again, no one gets hurt and there’s really no damage. There’s a hill and a big canyon behind us that appears to absorb the waves.

The second one looks more like California’s coast—not one I’ve been too (of course!), but less tropical anyway. Same thing—there’s a mansion I’m staying in with friends and rather than escaping the thing, we’re making a big adventure out of it and no one gets hurt. The wave doesn’t actually hit in this one.

So do I feel overwhelmed? I kind of don’t think so, just because there’s never any damage and I’m not running away. Maybe I just feel like I’m being buried in stuff this month, but not necessarily in a bad way. That’s pretty freaking accurate, actually. Between parties, weddings, get-togethers, friends in town, family, trips, etc., I’m starting to feel like I’m never going to get anything done. And every time I turn around, I’m hemorrhaging $20 bills. Argh!

Quote of the Day: “Caught in the undertow/Just caught in the undertow/Every step that I take is another mistake to you/Caught in the undertow/Just caught in the undertow/And every second I waste/Is more than I can take.” Numb, Linkin Park.

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