memories not mine

After not even three hours of sleep, and a couple of more of drifting in and out of consciousness, I just woke up with the most profound sense of well-being. Which is sort of amazing as I'm about to have really expensive headshots done, am not rested enough and still haven't quite gotten the CD burned. Oh yes and hair and makeup will be here in 45 minutes.

( inexplicably, i blame it on the dream )

Now. I can tell you where most of that symbolism came from and what poked my skull last night to make it shake to the top. But what I can't tell you, is quite why it came to the top in that way. Especially as parts of it I've dreamed before.

I don't remember my dreams that often, which is why I tend to post them up when I do, and very occassionally, I wake from them with these profound senses of well-being, that seem so odd, and so often out of sync with the content of the dreams, that I can't help but feel visited upon.

Like I've said a thousand times, my life iinvolves a lot of belief in strange magics.

headshots

Well, they're done. And I think it went well. And it was a very strange day, a very strange 24 hours.

I spent last night trying to make a mix CD, benefitting mightily from the support and tolerance of my roommate, feeling deeply emotional about weird shit and deeply embarassed about other weird shit, and cleaning out an old email account at the last minute before it ceased to be.

I almost burst into tears like three times on the way to the headshots, because I was still so overwhelmed from the weird dream and the feeling it left me with. This was followed by near hysterical laughter as the photog's CD player kept stopping in the middle of songs to go back and play Can Can-Can again. Which in the scheme of things was some sort of silly mighty perfect awful.

Need to try to get the Sands of Ammon on my way home tonight.