True Romance

I am on an airplane. It always seems to start in the middle of an event, rather than completely from the beginning. The chairs are white, more of a pure and milky white than a dull nothing, and the arms are black. There is carpeting on the floor of the plane that is a dark maroon color and glass is a pretty dominant theme all around. There are little glass oval tables next to each airplane seat.

I am at a school - I think it is the school my mother works in - and I am walking all around a big open space. The floors were like an olive green with black specks, which is usually the design in many schools I have been in. There's not a tremendous amount of light. I've realized in my dreams that there is usually a blur, or a shadow even, enveloping my surroundings, and space that is not in my eyesight is brighter than anything else.

The first class was a little different than what I am usually accustomed to - in a good way though. First and foremost, the size of the class was a bit intimidating, but later I understood that it is probably better to get more of a personal analysis. This could prepare us for our presentations later on in the seminar.

I was a little hesitant on reading Freud, hearing so many ambiguous responses from people. I actually enjoyed reading him as an academic. However, I was not really a big fan on his methods.

I think if you ask the majority of people who they liked reading better, they would probably say Jung. The reason this is true is because many resent Freud...or just plain out dislike him. I, myself, just don't believe him. However...

I am underwater - something I am actually a bit terrified about in real life - and a party is going on. More than a party - a wedding. Even more than just one wedding - a few weddings are happening. It seems exactly as it would be if one would be on the ground, in a chapel for instance. Exactly like that, making the water seem like air.

Kafka is one of the most brilliant storytellers of all time - always showing up with something different than what one would normally think. He has a way of showing absurdity, but making it sound more interesting and acceptable. You can't help, but just read on...

I have stolen a car - a green car. I think it was a corvette or it could have been a jungle green jaguar. The color mainly leaves an imprint in my memory because other things had the same hue. A type of green that is dark like a tree's leaves when it is raining, but also has a spark that is either bright or shiny.

I actually just had this dream that kept me up for like two hours...freaked me out a bit...a BIG bit