a couple nights ago i dreamed i was a student in a high school and there was a school shooting. then i dreamed about things going very wrong at burning man. last night more dreams of death and distruction. i can’t remember them as clearly since i woke up briefly around 3am. by the time my alarm went off and woke me up again at 6:30, all i could remember were feelings of death and fear and destruction and ick.
yesterday was very long. i woke up about 4:45 and finally gave up trying to sleep about 5:30 when i got online and started work. it ended after almost but not quite making an offer on a condo, a full day of work, getting my first real bikini wax, being rear ended by an ambulance (a tap at a stop sign), and a long and interesting discussion about maslow and peak experience, and an argument with sp guy — i think i was lights out around 10:45. i would have been happy to wake up and find it was the weekend. instead i’m at work sneezy with puffy eyes and exahusted.
i can say the waxing was a much better experience this time around that the last time when i let a friend’s housemate practice on me since she was in beauty school. much. better.
i just can’t wait to get to the playa and sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep. then wake up refreshed and not worry about the time or email or unfinished projects.