This was my first attempt at chronicalling my dreams. I lifted it from an IM conversation with a friend. Red is me talking, black is him responding. It’s kinda lame but I have to start somewhere.

12/21/2007 09:51 AM: “I am online”

so it was the recurring dream where i’m back in high school and i already have my masters but they make me go back to take a math class i failed this dream has been on forever okay. but this morning i finally went to the office to check on my schedule because i never really went to class and there’s two days left of school so i figure i should find out where i was supposed to be all the time

I guess that makes sense.

and then i meet these great women in the office and we figure out it was just a joke – i never had to do it in the first place but they go back into the files and pull out all this stuff from the 70’s one being some papers i wrote and the girl says i’ll give you 50 dollars if you JUST DON”T READ IT DONT READ IT

So you read it, right. I would.

So i read it and it’s nothing that bad. I have to explain that it was the 70’s so it coulda been anything it wasn’t bad, i never got to finish reading it something about 60 phone calls

So weird.

then they start bringing out a ton of other stuff including a homemade music video that was kids doing hip hop in the school library

You found the combination to your psyche.

and i’m like “no way that’s from my high school cause the best we had was the Jackson Five” then a bunch of clothes, stuffed animals and an entire bar/buffet filled with cool stemware and then i had to watch the reenactment of how they foudn their favorite bus driver and from there the clues to my psyche started fading away but i became best friends with the office workers before i woke up although i did not get their names

Write it down in minute detail before you forget.

so obvious on so many levels

It should be, to you. To me? not so much.

stuck in high school, feeling things are undone, i’m a fake,

Go write it all down.

a cruel twist that i should become a teen librarian oh yeah it’s going on my blog


i’ll have to keep this im for reference so anyway i was going to stay up this morning after e.  got on the bus cause i was actually fairly well rested


but i thought hell if i can sleep another hour why not and now i’m drunk from the dream

That’s when all the strange dreams come. After you wake up and fall back asleep.

strange – ER? My dreams are always strange, epic Fellini-esque

I rarely dream.