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ROMEO
I dream’d a dream to-night.
MERCUTIO
And so did I.
ROMEO
Well, what was yours?
MERCUTIO
That dreamers often lie.
ROMEO
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
MERCUTIO
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
—William Shakespeare

I have weird dream. Seriously weird. I can usually recall two or three of my dreams each night. And they just get weirder as the night progresses. And last night was no different.

I kept on waking up in the middle of the night, each dream was weirder than the last. I remember the first one as I was in a tall office building, the kind where they have two elevators to go to different parts of the building. I was looking out a window on a sunny day. All of the sudden here come a miniature tornado, barreling towards the building I’m in. I remember thinking, “how odd, that tornado doesn’t go all the way to the sky, yet it is going to bring this building down.” And then I woke up.

I was a little shaken so I turned the tv on. I continued to have weird dreams all night. Waking up every hour or two. And then I had the weirdest dream of all . . .I was getting married!

Yes, something I freak out about . . .getting married. What was really odd about this marriage was the fact that it was at 11:00 am and I was picking out my dress at 10:40 am and I wasn’t even sure the groom was going to show up. Like I was having this wedding and I forgot to tell the groom when it was. And apparently everyone else. As I went to pick up/out my dress I passed by 5 churches and everyone would come out and ask me if this was the time and location of the wedding. I was grateful my cousin was there to keep me on track for my wedding.

Even weirder . . .I had already pick out my wedding colors (a very deep, rich purple and a very brilliant white). These are not the colors I would like to think I would pick for my wedding. I had also picked out the bridesmaid’s dresses. They were strapless (yuck!) purple a-line ball gowns with beading around the bust and down the sides. And the photographer also knew about the colors and bridesmaids before I said anything.

I did a little dream interpretation and it said that a dream like this represents the union of my masculine and feminine characteristics. HUH? Say what?? I thought it would be something along the lines of my anxieties towards commitment . . .but I guess I will go with this. As I look back on the dream, I wasn’t nervous about marrying someone I fictious, I was nervous that the groom wouldn’t show up because he didn’t know when the wedding was taking place.

Maybe this does represent a union of something. Maybe its contradictions. As I don’t want to marry, but I am looking to start a relationship . . .eventually. So, maybe a rushed wedding will be in my future. Hopefully, not in the near future.

Sweet dreams everyone!

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I can’t sleep. Can you? What’s your secret?

Lately I have had a bout of insomnia. When I was in class, I thought it was just the stress of class that was keeping me from sleeping. The night I got my grade, I slept for 13 hours! So, I just assumed that now I don’t have the stress of class, I can start sleeping again.

And you know what they say about assuming things . . .so I reconsidered my sleep strategy. I have been cutting back on my caffeine consumption (I have had 1 caffeinated beverage in the past two days). If I have caffeine it has to be before 4 pm. I haven’t had much liquor either (with the exception of the Lady Gaga contest and tonight.) So, why can’t I sleep.

Well, new idea, I am still stressed.. Stressed about finding a job, stressed about my living situation, and stressed about moving in with my parents. Don’t get me wrong, Samantha and I are fine, I am just concerned when she is going to get a job and leave me alone in this town with my parents.

Ok . . .don’t get me wrong about my parents, either. They are just really conservative people. They eat breakfast, lunch and dinner at the same time everyday. They are both retired so they are home all the time. They don’t travel. So I will be spending many, many hours with them . . .no friends, no boys and no booze!

As I try to sleep each night (still watching episodes of Dawson’s Creek), I try to envision the life I want for myself. Where will I live, what kinds of friends will I have, what will this life look like. I think I might be getting too excited over a life I don’t have yet and a little depressed about the one in which I will be shortly living.

Oh, reality . . .you are such a b****, aren’t you? Just when I think life is about to begin, I have to move in with my parents? That’s attractive! Thanks reality for humbling me and reminding me of my place in this world. I guess that’s why western medicine has a pill for everything. DOPE ME UP!

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