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F Train

A ride on the F Train. It’s the route with the old-school car and goes down Market Street. A classic ride. My friend and I rode in the back, and I felt very much like we were in The Graduate. Although neither one of us had anything to run away from, it still felt wonderfully reckless and youth-in-revolt.

The last two nights I’ve had two vivid dreams. The first one I dreamed I went to a party in a huge house that belonged to a friend of mine (which friend, I do not know). The house was multiple stories and designed in a modern goth style. Think the house in Beetlejuice after Catherine O’Hara’s character redecorated, but more tasteful. The party was hoppin’ and pretty luxe. People were dressed up and having a good time. We all noticed a little girl at the party. She had to have been no more than 8 years old, but she was walking around and would disappear and then reappear again. At some point we realized that she was a ghost and was haunting this house because she was buried inside of it. We (meaning me and my friends in my dream) found where she was buried in a small courtyard that was in the middle of the house. Somehow once we found the gravesite, all was well, because the party got more rowdy and celebratory. I noticed 50 Cent was sitting on a bench near the gravesite with his homie. He was crying because he was too drunk, and his homie was patting him on the back and comforting him. I don’t know why he was there, you would think my dreams would involve people more along the lines of Karl Lagerfeld or Anna Wintour, but no. Fiddy Cent was in my dream. I don’t even listen to his music.

The second vivid dream was a spin on a recurring dream that I have. Usually the dream goes like this: In my present day and age I suddenly realize that I’ve been enrolled in a math class and have not gone to one session the entire semester, and I have a test coming up and I am completely unprepared. Well, this time it was different. I actually remembered that I had enrolled in a math class, and I showed up the first day. During the lesson I realized how difficult this class was going to be. However, instead of panicking like I would usually do in a dream like this, I started planning on how I was going to study for the class and look into tutoring and other strategies so that I would do well. Instead of waking up in a frenzy like I usually do, I woke up feeling calm and confident. I thought this was pretty significant. My subconscious has seemed to have worked through something and has now changed my once stress-related recurring dream into something I felt I could face and overcome. I am curious to see if the dream continues to go like this if I ever dream it again.

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In the Dumps

I haven’t been feeling well the last couple of days. Yesterday I woke up, ate breakfast, and proceeded to do a three hour bike ride to the fabric stores I frequent. I am working on a project for a friend and needed supplies, so I went for some fabric and zippers and the like as soon as the stores opened. After I got back home and took a shower, it hit me. I felt horrible, so I slept for the rest of the day. I woke up in the evening feeling well enough to start working on the project until I went back to bed for the night.

This morning when I woke up I felt okay, went out for breakfast with my husband, and then came back to continue working. I worked for three hours and got a lot done despite a headache and upset stomach, and then laid back down again and slept for the entire afternoon. My headache is gone and my stomach has settled, but I think I’m going to take it easy for the rest of the evening.

My general philosophy when I’m sick is to sleep as much as possible. I’ve found that most of the time, lots of sleep is the best medicine. I have no qualms about taking a day off to do just this, I am generally not the type of person to work through illness and would rather nip it in the bud immediately. This particular project I am working on is an exception, because I am having fun with it and because there is also a deadline involved.

Everyone who has ever lived with me has told me I sleep more than anyone they have ever known, and I have yet to meet someone who sleeps as much or as easily as I do. To feel 100% well rested I need 10 hours of sleep a night. When I am sick, I need about 12-15 hours. My mother says as a baby I slept through the night almost immediately, and she has numerous pictures of me as a child asleep in various places, like laundry baskets and laying in front of the tv with my head propped up on my hands. I talked to a professor in college who specialized in sleep disorders, and asked him why a person would sleep so much, and he said it was probably because I had a large “sleep debt” to sleep off. I don’t know how that was possible, because at the time I was getting 10+ hours of sleep a night because I had no morning classes. I’ve long since accepted that this is just what my body needs, and really I’m pretty lucky that I don’t have the opposite problem of insomnia or something. However, it would be nice to be one of those people who can function on 5 hours a sleep a night, I would definitely get a lot more done.

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