On Dreams....

it happened again. i dreamt something and it came true.

this time, i had written down my dream (on May 4, 2003), complete with sketches, and left the paper in Tim's desk. Tim was with me on May 24, exactly 20 days later, when the things i dreamt came true. So now, I have written proof, a witness to my written proof, and a witness to the actual events. As for the details of the dream..call me for an explanation.

It is undeniable now that I really do dream about events that will happen in the future. This comes as no big surprise to me, since it has been happening since i was a little kid, but I am still very disturbed, as I have had more precognitive dreams this past year than all the past true-dream instances of my life combined. Poor Tim is completely freaked, and i do not blame him.

Here is what I dreamt last night:

I was in a coffeeshop in Amsterdam...I thought I had walked into the rastaman shop where I usually hung out the last two times I went to Amsterdam, but I guess they had remodeled the place since it was darker and there was a big wooden bar/counter. There was a round wooden table with several chairs near the bar, and against the wall there was a smaller wooden table with a black guy sitting there smoking. Tim and I were buying weed from the menu and comparing the different kinds. I bought some crazy mango or tropical flavored variety, and it smelled very fruity. We started talking to other people at the coffeeshop, and ended up sitting at the round table together. I had trouble finding rolling papers on the counter, but eventually found them, although they were strangely wider than usual.

I have no idea if this is ever going to happen, but if it does, then that would be very cool since I'll have more proof, although at this point I don't think I need any more proof.

What's really scaring me is that I have been dreaming about my dead relatives, in particular my mother. This deeply disturbs me because I have only dreamt of my mother twice in the six years since her death, but it is happening more frequently lately. These dreams are very clear, like the dreams I have that come true (I can usually tell if it's a precognitive dream by the clarity of the dream--precognitive ones are extra clear, if that makes any sense). And she keeps trying to say something to me, but I can't tell what it is.

So nowadays, i work as a Regulatory Coordinator for First American. I'm a regulator, just like warren g! haha, i wish. i spend most of my time nodding off at my desk, the criminally horrible coffee unable to jolt me out of regulatory compliance coma. actually, it's not that bad. the job, i mean--the people are really cool and i have a nice big mahogany desk and a cushy leather chair that dwarfs me, making me look like a little kid. the coffee, sadly,is that bad.

oh, and i'm waitlisted at hastings and USC, but will probably still end up going to USD, since USC is too damned expensive and Hastings is too damned hilly and cold.

i am leaving for europe (yes, i am going to europe yet again) on the 18th of june. this time, i promise, i will not overdose on shrooms and wander out of the line to the van gogh museum to sit around in vondelpark. i found out, though, that the dollar has slipped to $1.17 to 1 euro--twenty cents more than last year!!!! everything will cost twenty percent more. war....what is it good for?

Which Piercing are you?

my cat has been missing for a month. i am so distraugt. my father and sister live in denial, they keep saying that he'll come home any day now....only i have the presence of mind to think that maybe he's....dead. i can't believe he's gone. we have searched the animal shelters, and my dad even uploaded his picture online, to no avail.

meow, where are you?