traveling
I suppose the second drive up here wasn’t as profound as the first simply because I had already done it once before. It was no longer a big deal to drive 300some-odd miles alone… I’d logged probably three times that with the number of times I drove to and from school. The drive was still nice though. Not sunny and sweltering… which was good because I’m sick of getting a sunburn on my left shoulder and being pastey white on the right. Hah.
Washington drivers are crazy. This fucking mobile home flashed me to get out of his way when I was doing 80. Retard. I flipped him off. (take that, loser.) not that he could see me. I bet his gas pedal was about level with my chin. Anyway, I could count the number of nice drivers on my right hand.
Funny… last time I was here, it was September 11th. And there are all those rumours that someone is going to attempt to blow something else up on or around the fourth of July. Ha. If it happens, I may never come to Bellingham again. :) My parents will blame my travel addiction for 9-11’s catastrophic loss of life.
Last night I had some odd and nostalgic dreams… I only remember fragments now though. Something about my childhood best friend Alicia and her parents. Her dad came to Val’s house and picked me up really early in the morning and I went and hung out with Alicia… Which isn’t wierd in itself… but in my dream, I was so happy and very surprised because we were getting along so well. She had changed… maybe from her time in the Navy.
I remember looking at my watch and freaking out though… It was 12:30, and I knew Val was supposed to wake me up by 11… This either triggered a chain of reocurring time-related dreams or it was the last of them. I remember waking up at least three times because I thought that I had left Val’s place and would be gone when he came to wake me up. I had this really vivid feeling that I was gone… not where I was supposed to be. A few times I remember waking up in another house and wondering where I was. Then I forced myself to go back to sleep so I could wake up again and end the dream… I was laying there staring at the ceiling… I had to convince myself out loud that it was “just me dreaming”. How odd is that? I thought that you weren’t supposed to be aware of the passage of time in a dream.
Tomo san ga inai kara samishii yo… demo val san no ie ga natsukashii.
