i'm kidding. not that i don't throw out a compliment every now and then, or sing, or even appreciate some inspiration, but i'm not quite to that extent. my favorite quote has always been "live well. laugh a lot. lose friends because they think you're weird." that's the quote, right..? for some reason it looks wrong. oh, it's "laugh often", not "laugh a lot". that's awkward. mess up your favorite quote on your blog that SO MANY PEOPLE READ. anyways, i'm kidding again. i am weird, but it hasn't resulted in me legit losing friends yet. i'd say that's a victory in itself. athank you. with that being said, this blog post has a slight to large chance of scaring our readers away. who's excited?!
a couple months ago i woke up from possibly the most vivid dream i have ever had. not only was it vivid, but let's just say it hit pretty high on the 'WTF did i eat before bed last night'-meter. so like any normal person would do, i decided to start a dream book. just lost a reader. whenever i wake up in the morning and i remember parts of my dream from that night, i write it down. and let me tell you, mama has a lot of them.
i've never been much of a "journal-writer", so starting my dream book was almost like a world unknown. actually scratch that, i totally had a diary when i was younger and wrote in it like i was anne frank (except i did not address it as kitty..). we are kind of similar, frank and i. we both went through traumatic events that forever stopped our use of diaries. yes, anne's situation of being captured and eventually killed by the nazis is a little more intense than my brother taking and reading mine, but whatever. the comparison is there if you merely forget the fact that i made one. just lost the entire jewish population following our blog, if one exists. shalom (that's the only word i know, pretend like it means sorry).
anyways, back to my dream book. the point of this blog is to recommend this art form. the art of keeping track of your subconscious mind, looking back on what you thought of at one point, discovering yourself through symbols and reflecting on your true ambitions through what your mind is indirectly telling you. all that being said, i really hope my dreams do not reflect who i truly am and/or will become in the future...otherwise i will most likely spend my years in an asylum with a straight jacket and a very large cell partner named magnolia the wise. another reader bites the dust.
just last month, i was a felon running away from the cops because i didn't order enough food at a taco shop. you know why i like running from the police in my dreams? because i always win. unlike real life...(i'm kidding of course. honorable citizen at your service). a few nights ago i gave my 12-year old sister a fake ID for her birthday, flipped a table at a restaurant because the asian waitress threw my soup at me, and then held hands with ryan gosling and told him that a) he blows up my pinterest wall, but i like it and b) i may or may not have like 250 pictures of him saved on my desktop. yolo. after this my vision went black...stayed black for a while, until a piece of toast appeared. it had arms and legs and a smile. it danced for me. and then vanished. just lost 3 more readers.
yes, my dreams are a bit unrealistic and maybe a little under the normal belt of society. but i won't apologize. i do, however, apologize for those lucky enough to appear in them. because whenever i see you, i will forever think of the super weird or embarrassing thing you said or did in my dream the other night. lolz. so go make a dream book. or don't. but i say do.
thanks for listening, kitty.
mara
