Driftwood

just a little anxiety

Last night I was once again curling around the anxious concept that I carry no weight in this tremendous scheme; recognizing my eternal anonymity.

I had a dream this morning where I had to move somewhere urgently, and I had only a limited time to collect all of my things. I just kept finding more to take, stressing over how to pack; my clothes, my travel souvenirs, sketchbooks, music, letters, electronics, baby photos.. Acting like my house was going to burn down. Ransacking my mind to make sure I wasn’t losing anything.

And the dream kept extending itself in that funny way.. As I was too occupied collecting everything I could think of to preserve, I never even got to leave.

I woke up wondering where I was going.

I’ve been reading old entries from my other blog, and I just feel like publishing them here. Because so much of what I wrote is still relevant, and I continue to think about the same types of things anyway.

This is me a year ago…

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Anonymous asked: I had a dream that we were on a bicycle adventure! We were staying in strange hotels and then got our bikes stolen but we found them and stole them back, but we had to get away fast. We rode away and then jumped into a car and then I woke up. It was really awesome and exciting.\

Maybe they had theirs stolen too. Maybe everyone in that world you had was scrambling to restore ownership of a bike by stealing it… A world of disturbingly ambiguous ethical dilemmas…

Hahah.

I think I’ve had a similar dream like that before, where something of mine is stolen and it becomes an epic to get it back…