all about you.

I'm still writing up my final analysis of V - I beg your patience.


This morning, I had a near lucid dream involving several friends. There was tension in the air, and something performative about the environment. A close friend of mine, not named here because I don't want her to feel awkward, was trying to step out on her own - the stage/play was the launch pad for this. There was no audience but us and there was no stage but our apartment.
Others had done their part, and it was now her turn.

As she was about to speak, she was suddenly surrounded by shadows, all vague figures obviously meant to be society and peers, all laughing and whispering to themselves. She'd stop and they'd disappear, retracting under her feet. Her mouth would open and out they'd come again. She was becoming obviously discouraged, so I told her to stop...then wait....now speak!
The whispering shadow judges came out, and I jumped on them, tearing through their shadow substance, which began to flit and flutter into pieces, screaming in deserved agony. I then turned on the hallway light, which disappated the last of their screeching and still whispering little bits. My friend then put on a hat she likes, straightened her glasses, smiled and talked loudly to herself as she walked out the door.

"I dream'd a dream to-night."
"So did I!"
"Well, what was yours?"
"That dreamers often lie." -Romeo and Mercutio, Romeo and Juliet, Willie Shakespeare