Mar 19, 2012
Weird dreams caused by red-eye flight with a 3-hour time difference:
being responsible for tying up the end of something for Emory Pres chancel choir that kind of involved singing, but also literally knitting the fabric of time
frolicking in some random park with my Yiddish lit class from last semester and being (affectionately) called a goy while crossing the street by the CDC
My subconscious has a strange ability to mix up different things I've been worrying about into some sort of crazy situation that makes sense at the time but never when I wake up in the morning. Or maybe this is what everyone's dreams are like...