I'm so tired these days. I can't sleep a full night through without waking up. It's ridiculous.
Last night, I was reading Rumi before I went to sleep and then I had a very vivid dream of being a child, in the middle east (I'm pretty sure it was Iraq) running away from war and bombs and guns and snipers and generally everything that is associated with military combat. It was fucking terrifying. The land was arid and open, with only a few chalky, dead tree stumps for me to hide behind when a truck or a tank drove past. I don't think I was hiding from one particular side - just everyone in general.
I hate those dreams that are so frightening that you even wake up doused in fear. It took me a large portion of the morning to shake it off.
That said, I've finally figured out what I'm getting for a tattoo...I'm psyched about it.
I haven't written anything properly in over a week now. Not good. My 15-page weekly assignment is put on hold I guess until after I get back from this wedding next week.
I can't wait to see my mom.
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