I have a book on that somewhere...
Jul. 20th, 2010 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xhesikaGoing from reading left to right then right to left and back actually doesn't take any thought any more. I just realized that I don't even think about it any more. If only my vks comprehension was on the same level.
Wah, I know I shouldn't, but I want to go to Zen Cha and see Savannah and have Earl Gray with cucumber sandwiches. Craving those sammiches. Also they have some pretty amazing authentic ramen, not as good as the stuff I used to make up north though.
I don't know what is more frustrating, remembering my dreams or seeing a pattern. I had a really fucked up one a day or two ago. We were evacuating a private school through one tiny door. There was a huge crowd pushing to get out and the reason was that for some reason it was flooding and everyone was panicked. I'm not even sure if everyone got out, I do know there was this huge march to the closest establishment once most of the people (including me) got out. It almost reminded me of the death marches of the holocaust. And for some reason I had my cats in a carrier and was rushing past everyone in the line. No one was hurt or dying, but there was a lot of crying. Lots of children.
Why are there never any hobos in my dreams?
Wah, I know I shouldn't, but I want to go to Zen Cha and see Savannah and have Earl Gray with cucumber sandwiches. Craving those sammiches. Also they have some pretty amazing authentic ramen, not as good as the stuff I used to make up north though.
I don't know what is more frustrating, remembering my dreams or seeing a pattern. I had a really fucked up one a day or two ago. We were evacuating a private school through one tiny door. There was a huge crowd pushing to get out and the reason was that for some reason it was flooding and everyone was panicked. I'm not even sure if everyone got out, I do know there was this huge march to the closest establishment once most of the people (including me) got out. It almost reminded me of the death marches of the holocaust. And for some reason I had my cats in a carrier and was rushing past everyone in the line. No one was hurt or dying, but there was a lot of crying. Lots of children.
Why are there never any hobos in my dreams?
