Nightswimming

It's 12:45p on Sunday, and I just woke up from the most beautiful dreams. I haven't slept in like I have this weekend for months. Yesterday I got up at around 11:30a, finally. But most days I get up at 6:00-6:30am.

I think I wanted to stay asleep for the dreams today, though. I dreamt again about my English classes, and running back to my apartment to grab another book I'd forgotten. This time it was different, though. It was raining, and it was Harvard.

Around 4am this morning I had a dream about my old apartment in Columbia. In the dream it was beautiful and bigger, and it was attached to another apartment on the side. It was a dream where my favorite person came to stay in the side apartment, and we made dinner together. My apartment was exactly how I wanted, though: uncluttered, clean, and rich with dark wood furniture, and a flat screen LCD. Ahhh that'd be the life. I would go running back to that apartment in the rain at Harvard any day.
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I dreamt the one I thought got away told me he was gay and wrote the most beautiful book. I wish I had written down the prose I just read. "I become closer to being a pediatric surgeon, with every bowed head and every sign of muted halting body language." Believe me, it made perfect sense in my dream--it was a book about love and about unrolling the meaning under distant behaviors. How apropos to my real life.

In the end, a group of observers and I watched the man and his new group of male friends celebrate by stripping naked, except for a few costume props and jumping into the pool behind the building where the press reception was held. He wore only underwear and socks, but others wore reptile tails, neon wigs, boots, and my favorite, a styrofoam outfit of a purple clover. The clover headpiece broke into three pieces, though.

Keep in mind, I just watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for the first time all the way through this past Thursday. Remember the part in the bar? Where everyone turns into giant reptiles? Or the part on the merry-go-round in Circus Circus with all the carnie freaks? Right, I think my imagination pulled that back up, in a quasi LSD/acid trip imitation.
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Nonetheless, they were beautiful dreams last night. None about running from tornadoes or running from murder. I'm only sad that they took so long to come to the surface. It's now 1pm and I haven't gotten anything done.

I feel more rested than I have in weeks, though. (Ahhh.)