this is one of those posts where i don't really have anything to say, but i start typing anyway. i haven't really wanted to post about things going on my life lately, so im trying to come up with other subjects to post about. my life has consisted of a lot of work, not much sleep, and a lot of personal issues which i don't feel comfortable writing about on the internet. so… i'm posting about??? birds. i'm really into birds lately. the way they fly, the way they look, flying in general.
i had a dream the other night: i am walking down a brooklyn street. feels like it could be park slope, carroll gardens. then cop cars come screeching in from all directions and stop at the corner that i am walking towards. they get out of the cars and draw their weapons. a gun fight ensues with whoever is inside the corner store/apt building. i stop in my tracks and crouch down by a garden apt entrance to hide and dodge any flying bullets. this goes on for awhile and i realize i am not in any danger really. it seems the cops have killed or captured whoever was posing the threat and then people are walking the streets again like nothing happened. i emerge from hiding and that is the end of the dream.
not sure what this means or could mean. a friend said that it could be a struggle between my subconscious and conscious mind. ego vs. id, etc.
maybe i just need to get more sleep so that i can remember my dreams. i went to bed late last night at 2:30am and awoke again at 5am. i lie in bed at 5am and wondered why i was awake. considered getting up. but didn't.
