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This is kind of sad. It's like the end of an era for blogs. Our blogs, anyway. I have to admit that I really like blogging. So much so, that I'm starting a new one myself (If you'd like, I'll give you the link and you can be the 1 person who reads it lol). I just wish that I had more time over the semester in which to do it in. I feel like writing about my experiences in dreams really did allow me to learn a bit more about myself. I'm sure others feel the same way. It's great to be forced us to take a little time from our hectic scheds to look at our internal lives and reflect, perhaps even reevaluate. It was also great to be able to get to know our peers in such an intimate way even though we didn't really know who we were reading about most of the time. It's such an amazing way to share a little bit of ourselves.

It's also going to be great to be able to look back a couple of years from now and reminisce about the good ole' times we had in english class. hehe. I'm going to miss it, anyway.

I'm in some country really far north. Everything is covered in ice. I see a group of people about to dive into a hole they had just made in the ice. All of a sudden that hole turns into the ocean and I'm in it with all my clothes on. My best friend is there too. I become annoyed at being cold and wet so I get out of the water and walk to my apartment near by. This building at once looks like the one I stayed in in Italy and my sister's place. As I'm walking up I see a pizza guy (haha.. yep this dream is going nowhere, sorry). He leaves the pizza on the door mat at the apt. of Professor Tougaw. I keep walking up the stairs and I realize that all the tenents are standing around the stairwells and looking at me. They kinda have that face you see on actors on tv shows when the protagonist is going to die a sad/happy painlessly death at a hospital. I'm not sure what's going on, but eventually I see Prof's head stick out of the multitude, kind of like Where's Waldo.

I thought everyone really did an amazing job. I know sometime people just say that to be nice, but I really did think so! You guys are all so talented and you really shined that day. I agree with everyone when you guys mentioned how well you handled all the questions. I know I was impressed! (Although, I've recently been informed that I said "Freakin" ___ something, god knows what. I'm acknowledging it but I'm still going to pretend it never happened haha).

I thought we had a decent crowd also, even if it was mainly our families! It was great to meet all. The food was good, too! Thanks to everyone.

I know we all put in a lot of work for that conference but I'm kind of sad it's over. I'm really going to miss you guys.

I feel kind of funny posting a reflection on my web page.. its like hey, where the hell were you for the past month and a half? I have no idea. Anyway, now that the web page has been long completed, I'll share some afterthoughts.

My favorite part of my page is the colors lol. It took me forever to get the right scheme and pictures going. I thought that was important.I didn't want it to look arbitrary. It had to be earthy but not dirty, tropical but not Starburst-y looking. I just didn't want to be repulsive to the eyes.

And I think that's it. lol I can't take credit for th pictures though I wish I could Kahlo is artistic metaphor god.

Another kind of recurring dreams that I have are about video games, or games in general actually. When I was younger I used to constantly dream that I was in a real life video game. I would have tasks to accomplish and I had some kind of supernatural power like jumping really high or running really fast like sonic the hedgehog (remember sonic?). Sometimes I'd be up in the sky and sometimes I'd be in a house or a tomb of some sort and would have to enter secret passage ways to find a coin or some other typically game-y object. It funny that I would have dreams of this kind because I never had video games when I was younger. The closest I got to them was a little hand held 2 stage game with the Little Mermaid (I LOVE the Little Mermaid, btw. lol). These dreams might have been due to the fascination engendered by deprivation.

Anyway, I had a dream of this kind not too long ago. I don't remember the specifics though I think a vampire was involved.. or a mummy. It was strange being reminded of all the dreams I used to have. It "just hit me.. like lightning!" (that's a line from the T.L.M... dont judge me.).

Lately, I haven't had any dreams that I can remember. It's probably because I'm so sleep deprived. The only dreams that I can think of are ones that may not even count as dreams. I find myself in and out of consciousness trying to plan out all the things I have to do later that morning. My political science seminar has been the subject of most of these "dreams."

Hey all,

You may have noticed that my blog's layout has gone all crazy. Last week I was playing around Design Catcher and the layouts, and in doing so did something wrong, apparently. I keep applying the different layouts already provided by MT, but they never show up even afer I rebuild. Does anyone have any idea of what I can do?

Last night I had a dream that I was flossing. That's all.

The dream felt like I was watching a movie with a very stylized set. It was akin to the movie Sin City, but with different color schematics; in the dream, everything had a musty gold tint to it, like the color of the deteriorating leather pages in an old book. First I am watching a movie. Then I am pregnant. I'm in a strange apartment and am about to give birth. I sit on a big metal table and believe that someone else has had a baby in the room not too long prior. I then proceed to go into labor. I give birth but instead of a baby the child is my 14 yr old niece, fully dressed. Dream me knows that this can't be right, and gets a little agitated. I somehow become pregnant again, and again give birth. This time the child is younger but not by much. I repeatedly give birth until I finally end up with a newborn. I hold the kid in my arms and dont feel much for it. The baby then begins to speak. I get a little annoyed because of this because I wanted it to be truly a newborn. Then my mother appears. She tells me I have to go pump milk for the baby. I then have an out of body experience where I see myself topless on the other side of the room. That is all I remember.

I had this dream a couple of weeks ago. The paper I wrote it on had become lost until yesterday. At the end i made the following note:

My niece is having some issues, and I've been thinking about her a lot which is probably why I had this dream. But what is really nuts is the fact that I was topless in this dream just like S. Buddah was in her "Pizza" entry. It's crazy how I had my own version of her dream image.

Does that sound politically incorrect? I'm pretty positive it's impossible to be p.c. in dream regardless. Oh well.

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