so I talked to my power animal last night...

and stared at my walls, only partially filled. I'm lying there in bed, absorbed with some trippy incantation of mish-mashed dreams with bits of truth festooning sticking to mind. With one hand under my pillow I roll over, exposing a leg to the air... I hate being hot under the covers.
drawing a blank look towards the second half. of my bed.
Deep breath and aspiring hope of some lingering tinge of comfort.
Nein.
not since the summer. and I miss him. already
unforgotten. I'm such a child.
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Anyways, I did have a dream last night that I kind of remembered. Dreams seem harder to remember as of late. I remember them being so livid and real when I was a child... with particular ones sticking to mind. Too much TV. But anyways, I dreamt of being in this giant mansion-thing with so many corridors and doors and rooms. I eventually walked into another room - the entrance hallway to many stairs. The lighting was very yellow and all the furniture was of a rich deep red and blue. Next I'm in an empty room and I know exactly where I am... well, variations of it. And that odd feeling of emptiness and frustration kind of boiled over. I knew the feeling from previous dreams. And as if by some signal, I navigated through more doors into this tiny room with a bed in it and crept in. I then slept with a woman... though the action itself wasn't aimed towards sexual fulfillation, it was just the feeling afterwards... completeness? closure? It's weird to describe. lol, and I woke up thinking... "Wow, that was new."

A lot of interpretations, but I think it's a result of reading too many books about prostitution during the late 18th century. Do clothes really make a woman?

So there's going to be hot pot this tuesday... anyone wanna come?