I dream a lot.
Dec. 28th, 2009 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sathorIt's been a recent development, really. For a long time, I didn't dream at all. But lately, it's been continuous.
I suppose it has something to do with me forcing myself to sleep at least 8 or 9 hours a day. I used to only get six if I was lucky, especially when I was still working. I don't really believe they've got the statistics right. I think that sleeping for more than eight or nine a day is probably healthy, and one of the keys of staying young. Of course, it's a hypothesis. Who can sleep that much and get away with it, except for the homeless, the jobless and the privileged?
We know that the body repairs itself while sleeping...we -think- the mind repairs underlying problems. Seems indicative of it having a great deal of benefit...but they claim you should only get seven. Conspiracy, anyone?
I know that when I dream, I tend to feel a whole lot better during the waking moments of the following day.
January is almost here, which means I'll be doing my FAFSA shortly. I really need to decide on the colleges I want to attend, but at the same time, I'm not sure it really matters. Anywhere would be better than here, and I'd take just about anything at this point. I'm sick of this stagnant atmosphere, and abandoning all of my worldy possessions, including my art, to wander aimlessly about the world seems as utterly meaningless as being here. There has to be an aim, a goal, to all of it. Really?
I alternate between the extremes of believing I need to use the talents I was granted with and giving it all up. But upon giving it up, I will be left with nothing. All I have are my talents, my potential. I have nothing else. I have my drive, and my intelligence.
I own a computer that allows me to do things a lesser one would not. I have a keyboard, and an acoustic guitar. I have enough clothes to last me a week or so without washing, something clean worn every day. That's what I have physically.
Outside of that, I have not.
I don't dream of riches or fame. I wouldn't know what to do with either. What I really dream about is finding a group of people with strong minds, dreams themselves, and compassion.
I don't dream about profession. I wouldn't know what kind of lifelong occupation would truly suit me, although there seems to be an expectation that I put myself onto a path that will lead me to one very soon.
I'm quite certain there isn't a niche for who I am, as I've spent my life resisting the tides as much as possible, while others are swept to and fro.
Rock that resists stream withers away.
I suppose it has something to do with me forcing myself to sleep at least 8 or 9 hours a day. I used to only get six if I was lucky, especially when I was still working. I don't really believe they've got the statistics right. I think that sleeping for more than eight or nine a day is probably healthy, and one of the keys of staying young. Of course, it's a hypothesis. Who can sleep that much and get away with it, except for the homeless, the jobless and the privileged?
We know that the body repairs itself while sleeping...we -think- the mind repairs underlying problems. Seems indicative of it having a great deal of benefit...but they claim you should only get seven. Conspiracy, anyone?
I know that when I dream, I tend to feel a whole lot better during the waking moments of the following day.
January is almost here, which means I'll be doing my FAFSA shortly. I really need to decide on the colleges I want to attend, but at the same time, I'm not sure it really matters. Anywhere would be better than here, and I'd take just about anything at this point. I'm sick of this stagnant atmosphere, and abandoning all of my worldy possessions, including my art, to wander aimlessly about the world seems as utterly meaningless as being here. There has to be an aim, a goal, to all of it. Really?
I alternate between the extremes of believing I need to use the talents I was granted with and giving it all up. But upon giving it up, I will be left with nothing. All I have are my talents, my potential. I have nothing else. I have my drive, and my intelligence.
I own a computer that allows me to do things a lesser one would not. I have a keyboard, and an acoustic guitar. I have enough clothes to last me a week or so without washing, something clean worn every day. That's what I have physically.
Outside of that, I have not.
I don't dream of riches or fame. I wouldn't know what to do with either. What I really dream about is finding a group of people with strong minds, dreams themselves, and compassion.
I don't dream about profession. I wouldn't know what kind of lifelong occupation would truly suit me, although there seems to be an expectation that I put myself onto a path that will lead me to one very soon.
I'm quite certain there isn't a niche for who I am, as I've spent my life resisting the tides as much as possible, while others are swept to and fro.
Rock that resists stream withers away.
