Not for the weak of mind and spirit...

For the second night, I've had a dream where I went to a diner. The dream location of that diner is in a condensed version of downtown DC somewhere near Gallery Place. It doesn't have the traditional exterior that comes to mind when thinking about a diner. It's like any of the restaurants downtown, but it was really homey and diner like, if that makes sense.

The first time I visited I got the chocolate crepes as a dessert. The second time I was still trying to make up my mind on what I wanted. The owner let everyone see behind the door a quick glimpse of a domed walkway through green fields and ponds that looked similar to sci-fi illustrations from the 1950's.

What's remarkable to me about this dream was that I was able to navigate in my dream from one location to another without getting lost. I usually get anxious and worried about being late. Being lost in my dream stresses me more than being lost in the waking world. So being able to get there without fuss is like a miracle.

Came on here to vent about a couple of things when LJ alerted that there was a saved draft. For the life of me, I couldn't remember what I was writing or going to write. This and an mobile journal app is where I talk about my day to day. To my surprise it was about downloading Plume Writer which was sometime in late September or October. I'm going to use it for a short story collection though. Horror and suspense.

Had an anxiety dream yesterday. I was back in high school even though I don't need to be. Very strange. Couldn't remember where any of my lockers were. (Every student is given a two lockers. One that's default and one standard.) Anyway after school, I had three dollars in my pocket. Somehow I knew it wasn't going to be enough to take the subway or bus. That's when I decide to hoof it home. First I get lost in the area from around the school. It's a mixture of where my real life elementary school and high school so the maps of both real places overlapped. I was so disoriented until I saw someone and was chatting with him. Want to say it was the actor who plays Tyrell Wellick on Mr. Robot. He didn't get what I was trying to tell him, but we saw someone further down the street who pulled out a gun. Both of us ran away in the opposite directions. Didn't hear any gunshots, but I woke up a little bit after I fled. Had my cellphone in my hand ready to call 911.

It was strange that someone else was in danger and not me. Usually I'm the one the killer is after. Wonder what the dream analysts would think of that.

Took some positive steps towards getting a handle on my situation. It's not much. But it's something. I'm caught in a Catch-22 situation, but I think that I'm going to do just alright. Really need to settle my permanent address situation, too.

Yesterday evening while I was resting a while, I had one of the most frightful dreams I ever had. I was glad to wake up to the sound of House being on TV. Usually when I have interesting and scary dreams, I write them down immediately; however, this time I wanted to forget all about the dream. Even now I don't want to attempt to remember the dream because it's too disconcerting to me. This coming from the person who wants to remember everything about their lives.

My pulse rate is going higher right now. Wow.

Thinking of it, I shouldn't really be startled by my dream. It is nothing but a fantasy that my subconcious cooked up because it is startled by some changes in my life at the moment. This is unrelated to the dream, but I feel like writing something with nothing in mind.