Dreams and Observations
Mar. 12th, 2005 02:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasa | You scored as Peter Pan. Your alter ego is Peter Pan. You are a child at heart. Anything you believe is possible, and you never want to grow up.
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I've had particularly vivid dreams lately. My last one involved searching for Remus Lupin, who happened to be real, and living in some futuristic city, in hopes that I could ask him something. It was quite an epic. A couple nights ago I had one about visiting Michael, and though I've never been to his house, I knew it, or something-- though that's not what his house looks like, I'm sure-- I'd seen it before, in a dream or otherwise. At any rate, it made me feel unsettled because my parents keep trying to get me to email him. I do, occasionally-- it's just he's never once written me first . . . though perhaps it's not really his fault, seeing as how he's hardly ever online. Perhaps we should have opted for the land-mail route.
I still have to mail him a juice box.
I spent an hour and a half "observing" people in Burger King with Nichole and Kristina. We talked, mostly, and I wrote down the occasional odd person that came in. I have no real profound thoughts regarding that.
I should probably call Jessica and see if we're all doing some big ride thing so we can get there all at once or something . . . I hate waiting around for people . . . though apparently Tiffany got us tickets already, so it's not like we won't be sitting together, Jessica, Julia, and I, once we all get there.
Though I can't go to Tiffany's afterward because I have to wake up at 7:45 tomorrow morning for my DePauw trip. My interview's at noon, and it's a 5-hour drive, about . . . Plus then I am staying overnight afterward. I really don't want to. Oh, I really don't want to. I have to sleep on a sleeping bag, too. I will get no sleep. This is going to be no fun.
. . . not that I would have gotten any sleep at Tiffany's . . . but that at least would have been fun.
Just a thought: People are so human. They're so . . . just . . . human. I know, this is a dumb thought, but really . . . What we do is so cute, in a sense, trying to make sense of everything. Or refusing to make sense of anything on the grounds that it doesn't make sense. We get stubborn and hate people for being stubborn, and we're hypocrites, and we all want to do good, we just can't help it, sometimes, and we sometimes love people so much that we hurt them. Sometimes we hurt people for the sake of ourselves. Yet sometimes we hurt ourselves for the sake of them. We're adorable, in a way.
It would be fun to play Fate. I think that's why I'm a writer.
Ugh . . . that came out rather awkward, considering the circumstances . . .
