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21 August 1998
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driving into work this morning i had the feeling that i was traveling down a long corridor, perpetually, and i was never going to get wherever it was i was going, but i didn't get the kind of anxious, scared feeling that i felt in all my nightmares about infinity when i was little.
i did feel that way in a dream last night though. somehow i was back on the west coast, alone, and i had to drive back east, but i knew i'd never get here, maybe to die on the trip and be forced to take it over and over for eternity, or maybe i already had and this was going to be the first of an infinite number of trips.
and keeping with the morbid theme, i dreamt that sonali had died and i was visiting her grave, and it was in this cemetery that was completely overgrown with jungle-like plants and most of the gravestones were obscured, but it was very beautiful and serene. and when i did find where her grave was i wasn't sure which one it was, and then the whole graveyard which surrounded a small lake, was inside a warehouse and i could see windows on one of the far walls that looked out over fake buildings.
so i tried to call erin at work today to see if she wanted to do anything afterwards, but the girl at the switchboard wouldn't transfer my call and only took a message which i'm not sure if erin ever got or even if she was working. how depressing.
and so now i get to go home to my empty house to see if i can dig up anything to eat, and then i'll prolly end up vegging in front of the tv and going to bed early. woo.
but, on a positive note, i did wear my new silly pants to work for the first time today. and even played some foursquare in them, much to my disadvantage. but it was still fun.
i did feel that way in a dream last night though. somehow i was back on the west coast, alone, and i had to drive back east, but i knew i'd never get here, maybe to die on the trip and be forced to take it over and over for eternity, or maybe i already had and this was going to be the first of an infinite number of trips.
and keeping with the morbid theme, i dreamt that sonali had died and i was visiting her grave, and it was in this cemetery that was completely overgrown with jungle-like plants and most of the gravestones were obscured, but it was very beautiful and serene. and when i did find where her grave was i wasn't sure which one it was, and then the whole graveyard which surrounded a small lake, was inside a warehouse and i could see windows on one of the far walls that looked out over fake buildings.
so i tried to call erin at work today to see if she wanted to do anything afterwards, but the girl at the switchboard wouldn't transfer my call and only took a message which i'm not sure if erin ever got or even if she was working. how depressing.
and so now i get to go home to my empty house to see if i can dig up anything to eat, and then i'll prolly end up vegging in front of the tv and going to bed early. woo.
but, on a positive note, i did wear my new silly pants to work for the first time today. and even played some foursquare in them, much to my disadvantage. but it was still fun.