I am having quite the time separating dream life from reality life. But not in the way that causes me to spend $50 on a CBS TV show. The kind where I wake up unsure of my surroundings, whether or not I've had important, relationship-defining conversations, what and where my pets are, whether or not I have taken street drugs and what kind of cancer I have. This is a problem that has plagued me for several years now, and I'm thinking it's time for some pro-activity about it.
Perhaps I will try and alter my day-time habits to settle my dream life a bit. Which food is it that makes me dream that I am in Cuba learning how to cook outside in the warm sun? What time should I stop drinking tea and eating cookies? Perhaps I should pick up yoga again?
I can't say for sure that my first Planet Earth experience* last night helped. I watched "Prairies" on the big screen in our building and it was a seriously traumatic, emotional experience. Beauty? Yes! Plants growing before your eyes? Yes! Baby animals? Yes! Animal attacks? Yes! Animal attacks on baby animals? I don't know because I closed my eyes. But judging by the sounds my roommates made, the ominous orchestral music, and the somber tone in David Attenborough's voice, all signs point to dead pika babies.
*That makes it sound like I came to planet earth for the first time last night. And it was a total mind$@*#. Wouldn't it be, though?
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oh my goodness, just wait until you see the ocean episodes... they bring tears to my eyes every time!
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