After two weeks not writing I sometimes don't know what to say or which parts to write.

I've been busy. Classes are getting toward that crazy end that I can hardly believe is already here. There are only two weeks left of the semester after this one.
This means I will be crazily working on papers over Thanksgiving break.

Also, a friend of mine is leaving the college after thanksgiving break and not coming back. I don't know how I feel about it. I think my heart knew it was coming and thus the distance I've felt from her of late. My intuition is a rather strong force. But I've felt somewhat detached from my heart for a good month or so or like the distance in my heart grows greater. My mind is the strong ruling force of late and it rules with that emotionless pragmatism and logic that are usually there but tempered by the fire of the heart that I was born with. Seems my embers are a little low but not quite blue so my brain comes to the rescue.

Dreams

I had a dream recently where love was left outside my door but I didn't really want it and there was a woman that did and she had had that same love before. I couldn't take that love because my own was locked in my wardrobe. The image that stood out was my closing my wardrobe and locking my handcuffs, knowing that my heart/love was already bound and I couldn't accept any offer to me when there was nothing to exchange. Everyone around me was so full of the exchanging spirit but I was there with the steady and not saddening knowledging that I could not be one of them.
Love was a phyiscal manifestation, in the form of a traveler's pack in my dream.
I woke up with the imagery in my head, rather amazed since I have never had such a strong or clear message in my dream, one that was right out telling me something like that.
There is anger and fear and flight and random unwanted sexuality and happiness in my dreams but never something like that dream, that was just so solid, so concrete and involved my mind as well.
It left an impact.
It didn't sadden me when I woke either, just made me pay attention more than usual.

There has been more of a vividness to my dream world lately. There has been more danger, more journey, more um...rawness in some sense in the form of just everything going on. It's like a fight and you never know what wwill happen. There is no safety.
I'm trying to figure out what it means. I'm not the sort of person to take dreams so lightly. Not when mine are so vivid, woven, detailed in every scape I see.
I guess they're boarderline nightmares but I wake up from nightmares. Nightmares are just nightmares and have a different sort of flavor.
Maybe it is that I am under stress but I dunno...I just don't. I should really start writing them down.

Reality

In reality I registered for classes today and feel pretty good about the courses I will be taking in Spring. I had to guide my roomie by phone on how to do it since I'm at work and she's in the room still.

The world is a winter wonderland and icey which means I am the paranoid walker now because I really don't want to slip. It was funny since last week we were in shorts and now BAM! Cold front and snow. My roomie and I's room is pretty cold being beaten by the lake wind. When I'm sleeping I'm fine but staying in there in place too long...eeks.

Anyhoo, I'll write more on reality later.
I need to trot offf to class.
Adios.
Peace.
~Lo