For almost two weeks now, I've been having some really disturbing dreams, the kind where you wake up feeling distraught and upset. I hate waking up that way, especially since the first thing I see is usually Diana and Simon.
Dreams are often the product of your subconscience, so I wonder what's going on in my brizzle lately. There are some things on my mind that do require closure, but I'm not entirely sure that it's anxiety. I'm generally pretty happy with life's direction as of late.
After a particularly bad dream, I had one after that this morning that was completely strange. I was talking with my first real girl friend, who I haven't had contact with in something like 17 years, and we picked up conversations as if no time had passed. She also had blonde hair that was still very 90's, which is odd. But the real strangeness was that I was photographing a very skinny Kelly Osborne, who was all self-conscious and having low self-esteem issues, all while I was having problems getting the off-camera flash to work right and my assistants from some agency were making fun of me. Where does this kind of shit come from?
I'd like to know why I can't just have sexy dreams like everyone else. :) Or maybe that's just it, that people don't. I'm lucky to have those kinds of dreams once a year!
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