Dreamin
So I haven’t been writing that much lately…I have just been really busy working on my Senior Project (Painting for She Stoops to Conquer) and I get home late and just do whatever homework is due the next day and then pass out, as I will be doing soon.
So last night I had this nightmare which was directly sprung from where my mind has been since NYC. I thought I had everything planned out, then I go on the trip and all these new ideas pop in my mind. I just don’t know what is best for me at this point, or if maybe I would let what would be best pass me by because I’m too scared to do it…maybe I will elaborate on that at some point but for now I will entertain you all with a “Lindsay Dream”
*So I am on my front porch with my parents and my brother and whoever else all looking at this puppy who is like CG or something electronic and about an inch tall and blue. And its super cute and everyone is talking about it and someone says well its going to be difficult until it gets bigger because its so small, people need to watch where they step. And then my brother Daniel just steps on it. On purpose. And I am distraught, I am bawling crying so hard and then i run out*
*And then the dream changes to me getting on the subway where I proceed to duck from a super intense shootout . And I get on the subway and think the gunmen are on it but its really all these doctors from the hospital above the subway. And I start talking to this Doctor and then he is like oh no this train doesn’t stop in Manhattan we are going to Queens! So we somehow are then on our way back to Manhattan but instead of waiting until the stop we all jump out into the water. And then we have to swim to this giant flotation thing, like a dog or something, and climb up the rubber siding so that we can climb onto the island…*
Now if that doesn’t say something about fear and uncertainty I don’t know what does.