Aaah... So I just woke up... 11am. Not quite true. I was awake at 9am. But fell back asleep. Weirdly, I had a dream about the Ballroom Thieves. Well, not just them. Loads of people were in my dream.
My friend Alex had brown hair in my dream, so when I saw her at brunch in Cushing 20 minutes ago, I told her she looks good as a brunette. The Ballroom Thieves appeared at a great time, right after a nightmare. It was a nightmare within a nightmare. For some reason, I was trying to get food (even in my sleep, I think of food) in a big kitchen (like one at Smith C) and then someone grabs me, they're holding a knife or something, so I close my eyes (good God, if this were real life...) and it was as if I had woken up, I was in my bed, but I could still feel the person's hand grabbing my wrist and I just hoped they'd... leave. Then my family was there. My cousin Juan Pablo was there, I remember. My mom. My grandmother. She accidentally let out a dog that was sick and if he touched you, licked you, bit you, ... I don't know what would happen, maybe you'd die. Anyway, all that disappeared, and somehow I was hanging with the Ballroom Thieves and they wanted to go skiing. I remember mountains... I also remember having to go up a fence and through a little window that wasn't completely open. Devin helped me up because I couldn't really do it alone. We didn't actually ski... Did we? Hmmm... I just remember that they were taking me somewhere (we may have "also" been in Boston - it's a dream) and there were a lot of obstacles and I needed to be helped a lot. Martin was wearing his shades. Then I remember Devin showing me an old picture of Martin where he had tattoos all over his body (arms and chest, he was not naked, no no, I don't dream of that) and long hair... in braids. We were then in a sushi restaurant, and we tried some really good sushi (yes, I remember it tasting good - strange, didn't know it was possible). And... aaah, I don't know anymore! It's been 40 minutes. That's good enough!
So I know I went to Boston a week ago... But there's been a lot going on! I just found out something about myself. Nothing life-altering but I find it a little bit shocking! Just... weird that I hadn't noticed at all before Rachel pointed it out. Apparently, I love to dress in blue. Why? Because every single day in Boston, I wore blue. Every. single. day. Not on purpose!! The things I buy, the dresses, the rompers, the jeans, the skirts... a lot of them are blue. It's not a bad thing. It's just strange, since blue isn't even my favorite color. Purple is! Yet, I have almost nothing purple. Anyway, it's just one of those funny little things you just realize when someone points it out to you.
Rachel, the crazy person who came with me to Boston, looks at two pictures of me from our trip: one from Thursday, one from Friday. I point at the one from Friday when I had the highlights in my hair, and I say: "See, I really do like these highlights!"
She then points at the other picture and says "Yeah, they look good in this one!"
I look at her and say: "Rachel, that picture was taken before we dyed our hair..."
Love, Freedom & Truth,