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Nov. 25th, 2013 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
promenyWell, I came to the university today and found it very quiet. It turns out, there is no class for the whole week.
It has been a while since I've been in college so I probably forgot that they usually take the whole week off.
Oh well. That just gives me a lot more time to work on my stuff.
I've been having these odd dreams; they are quite vivid. One part of the dream last night was of my mom, who was still alive but in the last throws of her cancer. She decided to move to a brand new city about one hundred and fifty miles from here in order to cure her advanced stage of cancer, and I went with her to help her fight it. The treatment consisted of me slowly dancing with her for hours, but in the end she died, or at least vanished. By this point I was in a small neighborhood out by a lakeside, and I then took the place of a woman who committed several atrocities and was going to have her thumbs cut off as a result. The dream ended as that was about to happen.
There was another dream after that, but I would rather not state it. It was probably the closest thing to a nightmare that I've had (most dreams that are scary to others do not phase me in the slightest, but this one sort of did).
I got a book from the library that concerns itself with Art and the Creative Unconscious. It is a little long, but I think it will be worth reading.
I might have a cigar today, but we will see about that.
It has been a while since I've been in college so I probably forgot that they usually take the whole week off.
Oh well. That just gives me a lot more time to work on my stuff.
I've been having these odd dreams; they are quite vivid. One part of the dream last night was of my mom, who was still alive but in the last throws of her cancer. She decided to move to a brand new city about one hundred and fifty miles from here in order to cure her advanced stage of cancer, and I went with her to help her fight it. The treatment consisted of me slowly dancing with her for hours, but in the end she died, or at least vanished. By this point I was in a small neighborhood out by a lakeside, and I then took the place of a woman who committed several atrocities and was going to have her thumbs cut off as a result. The dream ended as that was about to happen.
There was another dream after that, but I would rather not state it. It was probably the closest thing to a nightmare that I've had (most dreams that are scary to others do not phase me in the slightest, but this one sort of did).
I got a book from the library that concerns itself with Art and the Creative Unconscious. It is a little long, but I think it will be worth reading.
I might have a cigar today, but we will see about that.
