Saturday, October 07, 2006
3 dreams
1) He was cheating on me... but didn't understand why I thought he was cheating... and I had to explain. The strange thing is that I caught him cheating somewhere in the restaurant where I work, and I was upset about it and had to go to a place next door (which doesn't really exist) and order a soy latte (I remember thinking long and hard whether I wanted a soy cappucino, macchiato or latte). I got my latte and went outside to the garden (reminiscent of the garden we had in KZ) which was so dry and kicked grass, looking for bits of glass that I knew were all over the place, but was afraid I would wake up the snakes under it. But I was so upset that I didn't care if I was bitten. I woke up in tears.
2) I injured my neck diving into a pool. It played in slow motion, like an angry documentary, and a red circle was drawn around my neck with an arrow pointing to it. A scientific but really fast voice talked about my neck injury that I would have trouble with for life. The strange thing is that I felt nothing when I jumped in the pool, but all through the scientific analysis, I was half awake and felt that my neck was a little stiff. I woke up a bit apprehensive about moving my neck.
3) We were writing a card for Daeshy's uncle in Germany. After I'd finished writing the card, he told me that it was all wrong. And I said that it was just a draft - that I would write it again. But he was upset because I didn't know his uncle like he did (of course not, I said, I've never met him!) and he proceeded to write the card again (using the one I'd already written - in neat paragraphs with headings - as a model). I suggested that we also send him a chocolate bar, and inquired whether I should melt it in the microwave first. He said yes, but then I realised the absurdity of doing such a thing, and asked whether he was sure we should do that. 'Trust me, I know my uncle'...
Ok...
Wake...
Daeshy said he dreamed all night, too...
It's a nice sunny day, and I'm going to spend (most of) it outside, studying philosophy... until it's time to work.
Yesterday I did the same... In the middle of work, during my break, I suddenly felt a sudden urge to hear my mother's and father's voices and called them. It was a nice little call... I should really call them more often, but sometimes I just feel that I don't have the time right when it would be an ok time to call them (obviously, I could call them now... but it'd be the middle of the night over there)... In the evenings I'm just too busy!
Time to head out...
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