My subconscious mind is trying to kill me in my sleep and it's not making me a very good citizen of the world this week, I have to admit.
Two nights ago, I had a dream in which my ex-boyfriend dropped by (I don't know where I was but I know I lived there) to tell me about his new girlfriend, Orlonda. It seemed to the dream-me that he was seeking my approval, and that was weird. It's really the "Orlonda" part that gives me pause, though. Where would I conjure such a name? And the fact that I remember this detail, for some reason, is really what confounds me about dreams in the first place. How do our brains light upon these things? It's not a name I've ever heard before and it's certainly unusual. He was also sort of shitty in the dream about the whole conversation, which, as it happens, was not my idea to have in the first place as far as I could tell. That always ticks me off in real life, you know, when people initiate weird conversations and then get mad when they don't get the reaction they want (whatever it might be), so this was a dreamlike version of that. God. It was just...uncomfortable. Blah.
Last night was more classic, but still unnerving. I was taking a photography class at the University of Maryland, with my teacher from last semester. It was our portfolio review night, and it turned out that I had NONE of the required components in my portfolio. For some reason, we had a couple of hours to finish, and I somehow thought that I could go around campus and take the rest of the shots I needed, develop them, and then mount and present them in this period of time. Didn't happen. I was a very, very unhappy girl and when I woke up this morning I shot out of bed like I was on fire. Now, my mom had some pretty significant surgery yesterday, and although she's going to be fine it's still been stressful - hospitals and recuperation plans and whatnot. Plus work is going into our busiest time of the year and the pressure is on, so I guess my brain is working overtime. But the deal is that when I finally do get to sleep, I'd like to actually benefit from it as opposed to get swirled deeper into whatever the insanity of the night may be. Tonight I may even break out my old ocean sounds cd. So do wish me an Orlonda-free (!?!?!?) night and may all of my photos be complete and pretty.
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