Last night I had three separate dreams that I can recall.
The first one took place in a very large version of a store similar to Buffalo Exchange, and I picked a few specific things to spend money on. I kept them all piled in my hands. Shoes, typewriter ribbon, and a few other vintage knick knacks.
The second took place on the ground floor of my school. Charles Schnarr who was my advisor Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior year showed up in the staff area and at sight of him I ran to, hugged him, and sobbed into his chest. I know for a fact that this is stemming from my wanting him to be at my graduation one week from now. On the first day of school he told me that he would be my advisor until I graduated, and when he left at the end of last year I was instantly hit with the fact that he might not be there to see me graduate. I don't want that to happen.
The third dream was rather explicit, and vivid. I can still remember as if it were a film, specific shots from this one, and it's pretty strange. To say the least, I had a crazy sex dream. But I was a gay male in the dream, more specifically, Kurt Hummel from Glee... fucking Blaine. Don't ask me why. It's a bit complicated. I've never had a dream to remember where I was in the body of another person. I have always been myself. The sensations in the dream were pretty... there. And people were taking photos of us. And it was airing on television and all that. People began to attack us and we were chased up a concrete tree house-like building. Our rivals beneath us at the tail end of their attack... and I vomited on them from above.
I don't know what any of this means.
I've sold two items on my Etsy store within one week of posting them, and have received a few checks in the mail in response to my graduation announcements.
What I'm trying to say is... I have a bit more money this week.. and that's fucking great.
