Dreamland (more for me than for you)

My dreams took me to a new neighborhood last night. there was an apartment/hotel/motel that allowed dogs, who calmly hung out in the pool. Then there was a marketplace sort of Mexican, sort of Mediteranian in architectural style. There was a lso a beautiful young man with large blue eyes. And truly odd, as well ebonysphinx was there with me the whole time. Patch had a touch and go presence, but ebonysphinx was definitely there.

Yesterday when I wok up, I had been in the get-away house in dreamland. I'm not sure if it's supposed to represent my father's cabin or some place up north. It feels more like a northern Cal house. Anyway, I was there with my friends and my mother's family, and my father. Someone was building an additional deck. There was some issue with it, the neighbors, the cops, someone was unhappy about it. I was just confused that it had popped up overnight.

One of these days, I'll sucseed in mapping all these places out. Right now they are flashing through my head far to quickly to document, including the hotel with elevators that don't get me to the floor I want, extend out into nothingness, or drop suddenly without warning. *shudder* I don't want to think about that.

Welcome to my brain, still meandering in dream state. What's new with you?

Meme-age

They say that brevity is the soul of wit. Time to test that. Respond to this post and I will give you the three words that I think MOST accurately describe you. The cost? You have to return the favor by posting this in your own journal.

OK, one more

I'm finding myself unmotivated. Actually, not just unmotivated but suffering from I-don't-wanna! In a big way. I have wedding plans to make, grocery shopping to do, re-adjusting my food intake, getting back to the gym (my pants are starting to not fit, housekeeping etc. etc. ad nauseum. And I don't fucking want to. I'm hard-core avoiding everything. I don't want to deal with anything.

When I think about all the stuff that needs doing my stress levels rise. Hell, I think about one thing that needs doing, the tension coalesces at the small of my back and and I can feel the tantrum rising. Just like when I had a paper due and my mother and I would fight for hours while I screamed and cried that "I can't do it!".

I don't wanna.

How do I get out of this? Not because I want to, but because I should. I *know* this is bad for me.