dream journal: tuesday night, february 14th

i found an envelope with my US treasury bonds but instead of bonds, there was about $3000 in cash.

also, i received a drunk email from my best friend telling me that after taking 2 semesters of asian studies, she’s concluded that i wasn’t really asian.  i spent the rest of the dream composing an angry letter about asian americans.

i woke up excited about the money and now i’m sad because i’ll have pretty much negative money after this weekend.

Dream Journal: Tuesday night, November 9th, 2010

Yeah, yeah, I started a dream journal a few years ago on Wordpress, but I deleted it and I wish I hadn’t.  So I’m starting it up again.

eighthours:

I just spent an entire lifetime making out with Dexter (Michael C. Hall) in this awesome dream I had.  In the dream, he was someone else’s boyfriend first and that bitch was all over him, but one night we’re hanging out and one thing just leads to the other and the next thing I know, he’s on top of me and it’s amazing.  And then he’s always sitting next to me when we’re on the couch watching movies and I’d be curled next to him and I’d have to glance over once in a while just to be sure this was actually happening because it felt too good to be true (which is ironic because it really was too good to be true since it was a dream and all, but I didn’t know this at the time).

And suddenly, I was in this bio recitation class that was somehow taking place in the living room of my grandmother’s house.  I was getting all the questions wrong :(.

And then I realized I had a sorority meeting to go to, so after recitation, I went to the sorority meeting, which was also somehow in the living room of my grandmother’s house, and said “Sorry I missed the meeting, guys, I know we were supposed to start earlier, but I had recitation.”

And then some sorority bitch was like, “Oh, we’re not done until 7:30pm, it’s only 4:54pm, you can sit down and join us.”

And I totally didn’t want to, so I told her I had a lot of work to finish for tomorrow.

And she goes, “we only have 20 issues to resolve.”

And I go, “well, I guess I can stay for 5 issues.”

And she gets all scary and goes, “No, you need to stay for all 20 issues.”

At which point, I get fed up and yell, “I QUIT!!”

Then I run away and stay with my boyfriend, Dexter, who apparently lives in the dorm across the street.