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21 December 1999
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slept much too late today. but as a consequence, remembered my dreams:
started out with another architecture studio dream. although there was a comic book facet of the studio. don't remember a whole lot about this part.
later, i was going to see a punk band in which my brother aaron was playing. (very odd, i know, since sam is the one likely to be playing in a punk band.) i was with my dad, who for some reason wouldn't park in all the open metered spaces right near where the show was going on. we ended up parking on the roof of some parking garage a few blocks away, and by the time we got to the show they had finished playing most of their original songs, and were doing magnetic fields covers. after the show, i was doing some sort of theatre / architecture / performance art thing.
the next day i was in another architecture studio, where there was a big, comfy chair, and a glass partition that enclosed a part of the studio that was locked up because it had some computers in it. there were a couple of stickers with something of a cryptic message that really intrigued me. and i stuck around to see who left them, and met this girl who had class in the locked part of the studio and who spoke to me in chinese.
and there was a possibly entirely unrelated dream involving space travel and sprinkles.
on november 26th i mentioned a dream about er!n. i emailed her about it with a little more detail than i had here.
and anther email from her yesterday, which i read tonight and almost started crying. i don't think this has anything to do with her new boyfriend. it's just that i miss her. and i want to call her, but can't. and i feel like email is just wholly inadequate for talking to her. i've felt that way since before i left texas, and she told me that she wasn't going to read my online journal anymore. but for me the phone is a wholly inferior way of communicating. it's nice to be able to hear someone's voice, but i can't express myself over the phone. it all seems so insubstantial, so inconsequential, when i can get myself to say anything at all.
and so i can't bring myself to call. and i can't bring myself to say anything of depth in email. and we just drift.
started out with another architecture studio dream. although there was a comic book facet of the studio. don't remember a whole lot about this part.
later, i was going to see a punk band in which my brother aaron was playing. (very odd, i know, since sam is the one likely to be playing in a punk band.) i was with my dad, who for some reason wouldn't park in all the open metered spaces right near where the show was going on. we ended up parking on the roof of some parking garage a few blocks away, and by the time we got to the show they had finished playing most of their original songs, and were doing magnetic fields covers. after the show, i was doing some sort of theatre / architecture / performance art thing.
the next day i was in another architecture studio, where there was a big, comfy chair, and a glass partition that enclosed a part of the studio that was locked up because it had some computers in it. there were a couple of stickers with something of a cryptic message that really intrigued me. and i stuck around to see who left them, and met this girl who had class in the locked part of the studio and who spoke to me in chinese.
and there was a possibly entirely unrelated dream involving space travel and sprinkles.
on november 26th i mentioned a dream about er!n. i emailed her about it with a little more detail than i had here.
i dreamt about you last night. we were seeing each other after a very long time (years maybe). we were in a small room with a couch. it may have been snowing outside. you had a boyfriend, i think i was still single.a week and a half ago or so, i got a reply email from her: "i hope we see each other again soon / and i hope it's snowing too / i do have a boyfriend / for awhile now"
and anther email from her yesterday, which i read tonight and almost started crying. i don't think this has anything to do with her new boyfriend. it's just that i miss her. and i want to call her, but can't. and i feel like email is just wholly inadequate for talking to her. i've felt that way since before i left texas, and she told me that she wasn't going to read my online journal anymore. but for me the phone is a wholly inferior way of communicating. it's nice to be able to hear someone's voice, but i can't express myself over the phone. it all seems so insubstantial, so inconsequential, when i can get myself to say anything at all.
and so i can't bring myself to call. and i can't bring myself to say anything of depth in email. and we just drift.