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Last night, I had a dream about buying a hair brush. Seriously? This is what is going on in my subconscious?
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The other night I was having nightmares. I only remember brief flashes, and what I do remember doesn't seem all that scary, but it was dream logic, so I shouldn't try to make too much sense of it. At one point, the tension was really high, and I kept sort of waking up, so I said to the movie director in my brain "Look, I have anxiety, and I can't stand this anymore. I have to get some sleep, so you'll have to tell me how this ends, so I can relax." And the director in my brain explained the rest of the "plot" so that I could finish my dream without working myself into a frenzy. It was very interesting, although I don't know if I actually woke up and thought that, or if my dream self woke up and thought that. Whatever the case, it worked, and I was able to sleep restfully for whatever time I had left before the alarm, which always comes too soon.
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Thanks for the heads up, [livejournal.com profile] gfrancie.

I have got to make time to go see The Gates of Paradise: Lorenzo Ghiberti's Renaissance Masterpiece. at SAM. I've wanted to see them since I read about them in an embarrassing teen romance novel when I was in junior high. I can't remember the name of it, or even anything about the plot except that our heroine went to live in Italy with her aunt for some reason or other and in one scene goes to see the famous baptistery doors.

This morning, right before the alarm went off (for the first time, it was a snooze button kind of day), I had the thought "I wonder what the difference between a mullah and a muezzin is?" What kind of dreams was I having?

For the record, I know that a muezzin is the person that calls Muslims to prayer, but I had to look up mullah which according to Wikepidia is a title given to some Muslim clerics. That still doesn't tell me what in the world I was dreaming about.
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Stress dreams all night. One of them involved me forgetting my swimsuit (minor problem, but would require the indignity of trying to buy another one) and my passport (major problem) for my upcoming trip to Mexico. I was at the airport waiting for my flight to depart and trying to figure out what in the world I was going to do. In the dream, I knew that the passport was more important, but both things seemed like the end of the world to me. There's no accounting for dream logic, I guess. For some reason, the airport I was in looked like the Honolulu airport, or at least the way it looked about 15 years ago. I wonder why my brain dredged that up? It's not that exciting looking, although back then it was almost all open air, and you could actually go up to the gates to wait for your friends and family to depart, or meet them as they arrived.

I know exactly why this happened now. I have a lot going on, and I keep forgetting things, or things just drop by the wayside unintentionally. I once again don't have time to do laundry before going on this trip (although I've figured out a workaround for that) and I haven't packed or even determined what I'm taking with me. I've also got derby responsibilities and work is getting busier and I'm starting an MCDBA certification course in February that will have me taking classes 3 nights a week. Plus, I'm still going to skate practice 3 times a week and my personal training session once a week. I'm trying desperately to figure out how I'm going to do all of these things plus get enough sleep, make sure I'm eating relatively healthily, and still see my friends. It's going to take some pretty fancy scheduling, but I think in the end it'll all be worth it. I'll just have to keep on telling myself that.
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Had another dream in which my teeth fell out last night. This time, it was almost all of my bottom teeth, and I was holding my hand up in front of my mouth asking my mother over and over again to take me to the dentist to get them fixed somehow.

Sometimes I can tell during a dream that I am dreaming, but not this time. I thought it was all really happening, and it was horrifying until I finally woke up. I wonder what the underlying cause is? I can't really put my finger on what's bothering me right now, or what I have to be especially anxious about right now.

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