i dreamt so much this morning that i woke up shivering; i only had a sheet on and in my dream i was lying in the cold grass hiding from people who were trying to blow up the cafe on the farm i grew up on. it was all very spaced out, and i never felt like i was threatened, but still it was very very cold.
my housemates interpreted my dreams this morning (who knew i lived with the freuds?). i’m apparently verging on an emotional explosion, one that’s been coming for a while. one we think might be related to my family (the upcoming wedding, the recent birth, the potential for xmas?).
but anyway, the main thing that still keeps lingering for me is the cold. i’m wearing multiple layers today, watching the rain pour down outside. next week i’ll be in 30 degree plus weather again, but then when i get back here to toronto i think it’s time to packup the summer clothes and send them home. ready for the next summer in a month or two.
