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I’ve had this kind of reoccurring dream over the course of my existence involving a maze/labyrinth in a forest that isn’t really a forest. It’s not really a maze or a labyrinth in the usual sense, but it is a series of rooms in a building and it’s hard/impossible to know where to go, not that my dream self knows that there is even a place to go. The forest part comes in as the walls are painted to look kind of like a really dark forest, but whenever I dream about it, I think, “Oh, hey, I’m back in the forest”. I guess it’s worth mentioning that I always know that I’m dreaming when I’m in a dream. Like some people wake up from a dream and go, “Oh, good, that was a dream and wasn’t real”, well, I don’t do that. I can immediately spot a dream when I’m having it.

Anyway, in a dream that takes place in “the forest”, I am usually trying to get from point A to point B for some unknown reason and I can’t ever get there. Well, I should say that I can never get there unscathed. The only time I’ve ever made it where I was going, I was first attacked by a pack of wolves and then I went insane, so reaching the place I was going did me absolutely no good.

Insanity- Another reoccurring theme in my dreams.

This time around with “the forest”, though, I wasn’t trying to get somewhere, I was trying to get something. Like I was going to dash in and then come back out, the problem being that I couldn’t do that for some reason that was a little fuzzy during the dream.

The point is that I actually like “the forest” quite a bit. There are a bunch of different places that I dream about frequently, but I really like the forest because for some reason, I can always get out if I need to. Even though it’s a maze/labyrinth thing, I never get stuck in there. I frequently end up where I started, which is frustrating, or I just can’t find what I’m looking for, but I always come back out. It’s probably a metaphor for something, but I’m not very knowledgeable in dream-theory, so…

Another theme I really like, whether in dreams or literature or television shows, is time. There are a few songs about time that I really like that I’m going to use as basis for books that I will write someday (but I haven’t yet). But there is this poem that I have to analyse for my AP Literature class that talks a little bit about time, death particularly. I also like the idea of death, I mean besides just killing most of my characters off at the end of whatever story I am writing. Someday, I will write a book that is so overwhelmingly nostalgic that everyone will cry. I’m just not sure how to do that right now.

Last of all (chronologically, but weirdly mentioned first…), I dug around in the garden today and found some worms. Worms are awesome.


Procrastination, Part Two

Around this time last year, my friend, Leslie, and I decided that for the 2011-2012 school year, we were going to take AP Literature. Having been in a few English classes together previous to this time, we decided we were tired of the ridiculous people in normal English classes and the stupid things that we kept learning year to year. The idea was that we would stop being so bored in English class because AP Literature is supposed to be hard (it’s a college-level class). Anyway, we signed up for it, got our teacher signatures and whatnot.

Fortunately, we have our AP Lit classes during the same period all year, so we won’t go nearly as insane as we could have. The problem with AP Literature is that it’s almost as ridiculously tedious as a normal English class except for that more work is involved and that work is more thorough, but not necessarily more difficult. Our current problem in AP Lit, is that we have been reading Hamlet, which isn’t boring, but the teacher does her best to make it as boring as possible. We have to take notes and such and write about things during the whole thing, so we can’t really enjoy it. 

We started Hamlet about a week and a half before Christmas and we’ve finished it, now, about a month later. During that time that we were supposed to be taking notes and a bunch of other things, Leslie and I have sort of been slacking off (Leslie actually took notes, while I did… nothing). All of the unit stuff we were supposed to do is now due in two days. One month of work that I haven’t done very much of. Granted, I took about an hour and a half a few days ago and wrote down my minimum requirement of notes.

In order to remedy this, Leslie and I are taking advantage of our school-free day tomorrow and having… a BBC Robinhood marathon! The idea is that we finish all of our work while we’re watching. The sad thing isn’t really that we have a months worth of work to get done and it’s not that we’re going to sit in Leslie’s basement all day watching a television show, but that we have planned our time in such a way that we’ll be able to accomplish everything we need to do in one day. Aren’t college classes supposed to be harder than this? We are minimizing the time it is going to take us to do this into 1/30th of what it was supposed to be. We also find it ridiculous that our teacher wouldn’t let us watch the version of Hamlet starring David Tennant. Lame.