caffeinatrix (caffeina) wrote,

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yeah dawg

I admit it, I don't have much going on these days, what with the fucking SARS and all. So instead I will fill my journal with these stupid quizzes.

You are a Radical. Right on!

What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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Also, I had a strange dream last night. I wrote about it in a IM conversation with a friend, so I'll just cut and paste:

    There was a war, but it was almost over, and I was in a really large horrible costco kind of store trying to find someone I had to meet with to do some sort of volunteer work.
    and then a woman led me in to a very wide, brown river, which was flowing very slowly, to light candles which were floating in little golden cages along the surface.
    i was floating but had to hide, so I only had the very top of my head above the water, there were boats with soldiers patrolling, but they were canoes.
    eventually the river made a sharp bend and became less urban, less calm, more of a swift rapid.
    I got out with my friend caitlyn, and we were soaking wet and in a strange place so we needed to find somewhere to sleep.
    we found a room, which had old, sloping wooden floors, it was totally bare, and there were windows all around with red sills.
    So we slept a while, but i felt like I knew this room somehow, and eventually I realized that i'd been born in this room.
    I woke caitlyn up, and stood in the corner and felt this strange memory, kind of a tingle, and I said "I was born, right here. I can remember it now."
    and then I remembered something else, and I went to the windows on the ... North wall? I guess, and peered through, and as I squinted, a yard, and a large apple tree with two young boys in it came clear, and it was the back yard of a house. [ Everything about it was extremely familiar, and I was getting really excited about that, with sort of a sense of deja vu on top ]
    A young woman saw me and came towards the window and opened it and asked if I would like to come in, and my mother was there.
    and it was the house i grew up in.
    and the house had a lot of strange things, like a public library in it, and we all, caitlyn, myself, the young woman and the family who lived in the house, sat down for a meal and my mother spent the whole time talking about how much she loved me and missed me.
    i found it embarrassing but reassuring. And then I woke up.

I've been having really vivid dreams about my mother, travel, and war. I'm getting better but I still feel pretty run down, so I'm being good, drinking fluids, sleeping well and taking vitamins. Everyone can stop yelling at me now, ok?

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