They say, "always remember your dreams the first night you sleep in your new home, because they come true."
So I've been sleeping here, in my new apartment, for a week or two now, but officially, the first night it was MY new apartment, like, I was actually justified in being here by more than just my friendship with Norman, was the night of August 1.
I DID remember my dream, and very vividly, because three seconds into that dream, I apparently fell off the couch.
I dreamed I was looking into a mirror, and saw someone other than myself. I was well aware that, not only did this person not have my physical body, but that this person was NOT me. I was looking at someone else, someone very similar to me, but not me. She was younger, with darker hair, almost black. Her skin was nearly the same color as mine (which is weird, because I have freaky-colored skin), and I held my arm up to her face as some sort of comparison. But what I noticed most intensely was the color of this person's eyes: bright blue, the most beautiful blue I've ever seen.
That was about the point where I fell off the couch and woke up.
Weird.
No more crack before bed, Helena.
I'm in something of an argumentative mood today. Not in a bad way, really. I just feel like provoking somebody. I'm going to sign off now and go find somebody to provoke.
Love,
~Helena*