Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I dreamt that we were together again.
My sister reads this photograph episodic (new term I'm playing with) and mentioned to me that she was worried about my depression. I laughed out loud. Remember folks, I'm an artist. Don't try this at home.
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I'm not worried
yes, but who are you?
This comment has nothing to do with your pictures (which are awesome by the way) but I figured out how to use this RSS thing so now I'll always know when you update your blog. How spiffy is that? :) Yeah, silly I know, but I'm proud of myself - so deal with it.
Love, Rora
Don't dream yourself into a corner. You feel like you die, every day.
I prefer to think of wish fulfillment dreams as your brain giving you a reality check. If you wished for something all your life and never knew what it would really be like, *that* would be like dieing a little every day. This way, when you wake up your conscious brain can go back and analyze what you were dreaming.
"Why did that take place at put-put-golf-and-games?" Why was she wearing a clown suit? I *hate* clowns.
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