when i get anxious, i start to itch. the more anxious i get, the more i itch. the itchier i get, the more anxious i feel. until i could cheerfully claw my way out of my skin. i have no idea what's wrong. it could be the nightmares...
in one, i was exploring a huge old building, in secret passageways. and it was a hospital. and there was a mask that we had to burn. but someone picked it up and it possessed her and she became a monster.
in the next one, i'm a servant of sorts in a huge house belonging to a vampire couple. and not the drink-your-blood-kind. the sadistic torturing impale-and-amputate them kind. i know all the secret passages of the house. and i'm running through them trying to get away.
the next one, i was still trying to escape from...someone. first i was driving, and then i was in a canoe, and all the highways were rivers. and i had to keep getting out and climbing, through the water, up huge rocky hills.
here's what i gather from dreammoods.com--
"The vampires in your dream may suggest that you are feeling drained of your life energy and autonomy. In dreaming that you are fighting these vampires, is a literal depiction of your daily struggles with keeping things in order. You may be suffering from exhaustion or feeling overwhelmed in some aspect of your domestic or personal life."
"To see a clear, calm-flowing river in your dream, signifies that you are allowing your life to float away and it is time that you take a more decisive hand in directing your life."
"To dream that you are being chased, signifies that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is often a metaphor for some form of insecurity."
what i'm getting is that i'm drained by life and especially my employers, and i need to get away. preferably, far, far away.
which is exactly what i'm going to do. *fanfare* yes my friends, it's Vacation Time. this time each year we begin to prepare for my pilgrimage to the folkfest. four days out of the year, i don't feel like i'm weird. i feel like i'm around people that make sense. in the best of all possible worlds. except that in the real best of all possible worlds, the toilets would flush, and there would be showers really nearby.
the folkfest really is a moveable town.
little blocks of tents spring up overnight like mushrooms after a rain. this photo gives a better idea of the sheer scope of this project.
anyone else out there going? we could meet up...
2 more weeks, -beatpoetgrrl
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