The more faithfully you listen to the voices within you, the better you will hear what is sounding outside.
— Dag Hammarskjold
Last night, I wrote in my journal that I had not had a significant dream in awhile. I got what I wanted for as I proceeded to have a weird dream about my International Affairs professor inviting the whole class to his house (which was basically my house) for dinner. Most people left around midnight, except a couple of us, Steph included stayed later. Steph went home, I wandered outside and ran into the Professor. We decided to go for a beer. I was lucid enough to know this was a dream and it was going to get weirdly inappropriate. I didn’t really care though and had fun even amidst the weirdness. After I left the bar at around 3AM, the streets were filled with pimps, prostitutes and crazy looking drug dealers. They all hated me, and I was a bit scared, but no one attacked me. Then I joined Steph in this really fancy restaruant for brunch at 4AM. Justin joined us. This is a dream because Steph can not even be in the same room as him any more. We all talked and had fancy scrambled eggs and hash browns. The professor joined us. There were scenes in a random, low end department store as well. Not Wal-Mart, but Zellers I think.
The idea that I would be with this particular prof does not repulse me. I believe he seems like a nice guy. He is an utter dork really so he’s better than most professors.
Today was the first day in my new boots. Due to the heels, they are rather high and not as comfortable as some other shoes I wear. I must get use to them though, and I’m considering buying some insoles for them.
Lately, I’ve been encountering the word “slut” and dissecting it in a positive and negative sense. In a positive, “sexually liberated” sense. I’m just repressed.
I missed this journal.