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Jan. 2nd, 2014 11:03 amI had another odd dream last night. Two, actually.
During the first one, I was at an Ivy League College and I was given an unorthodox application form, where I had to write a philosophical manuscript in order to get into their PhD program. Apparently, I had done remarkably well. After a while, I went outside and walked among the greenery and brown-brick buildings, and I came across an activist demonstration that had posters of military veterans who were students at the university who unfortunately committed suicide. And then it ended, I think.
The other was about me going back to the psych ward, except it was a different one. I was among a large crowd of inmates that were listening to the staff, and some of the staff recognized me, asking me what I was doing back here. I told them that I didn't know. And then for some retarded reason zombies started storming the building, and all but a handful of the people got killed.
I find the first one to be very relevant to my life, for it ties into what I want to do with myself, minus going back to college (I still want to take classes but I'm apathetic towards getting another degree unless if circumstances change). The second one, however, is strange. Why would I have another dream about being in the psych ward? Probably because I feel psychologically vulnerable right now, although nobody can say for certain.
In any case that was just really interesting.
During the first one, I was at an Ivy League College and I was given an unorthodox application form, where I had to write a philosophical manuscript in order to get into their PhD program. Apparently, I had done remarkably well. After a while, I went outside and walked among the greenery and brown-brick buildings, and I came across an activist demonstration that had posters of military veterans who were students at the university who unfortunately committed suicide. And then it ended, I think.
The other was about me going back to the psych ward, except it was a different one. I was among a large crowd of inmates that were listening to the staff, and some of the staff recognized me, asking me what I was doing back here. I told them that I didn't know. And then for some retarded reason zombies started storming the building, and all but a handful of the people got killed.
I find the first one to be very relevant to my life, for it ties into what I want to do with myself, minus going back to college (I still want to take classes but I'm apathetic towards getting another degree unless if circumstances change). The second one, however, is strange. Why would I have another dream about being in the psych ward? Probably because I feel psychologically vulnerable right now, although nobody can say for certain.
In any case that was just really interesting.
