
Just remembered a depressing dream I had from last night.
I dreamed that D. and I had to move to Texas (!?).
We had to move quickly because either a job started up very soon, or the house where we wanted to live was going to become unavailable, or some such.
I was so irritated because I had to drive alone to this new place, which was a townhouse in the middle of a near-desert. I was also thinking "dammit, just as I get used to where I'm living now and have friends I'm forced to rip up stakes and go away"...
I think its a reflection of the idea that while I like to travel I'm not sure I'm keen on MOVING all over the place; I like to have a "base" of friends and familiarity to work from.
At least it wasn't another recurring dream about being late for class, forgetting where class is, or what it is, or forgetting homework. That one has been recurring for YEARS, even though I was a fairly conscientious student throughout high school and college.
The Dream King must hate me.
Or maybe the unseasonably warm weather (79F! In December! In the northern hemisphere!) is cooking by brain. I must admit that while I am ALWAYS in favor of warm weather, its disorienting as hell. The light outside doesn't "match" - its that high, thin winter sunlight that makes everything look paler and sharper than it does in the summer. The temperature makes this look "wrong", so to speak.