Prophet

I dreamed that I was trying so hard to catch a stink bug in this transparent compartmentalized box with a hole in it. 

When I awoke, there was a stink bug chilling on the straw in my drinking cup. 

I also dreamed that my mom got a new mascara that was really thick and black and wonderful and I was using it. 

In the morning, I was in a hurry and borrowed my mom's more accessible makeup. I grabbed a mascara tube I had not seen before. It was luxurious. (I just went out and bought a tube for myself.)

I am such a prophet. 

If only I could have dreams about bigger things. 

Then again, I kind of enjoy just being a minor prophet with very little pressure. 

On to another dream:

I was swimming back and forth in this setting where if I swam too far in one direction, I would start to run into people studying at desks. Sometimes I might slow down and read book titles (which I don't remember) or try to talk to the students (who didn't answer). I had a few swimming buddies, and if we swam too far in the other direction, we would come to a place with dingy ceiling tiles and bright fluorescent lights above the water. But perhaps I wasn't being clear about the library/student area: it is underwater, or at the level at which we swam. Above the library section was a still pool/garden in the home of a rich woman who was hosting us for some unknown reason. We arrived by carriage and marveled at her plants, lily pads, and gentle waterfalls in our swimsuits. 

Once I had a dream where I was bound and trapped in a pool along with one other person and when I was released I was admitted to a cruel and twisted finishing school for girls, the kind I've read about in novels, only I was a latecomer and that have me more of a denial that it was really happening, more of a drive to overthrow the school government. I think eventually we ended up in the headmistress' quarters, which included a huge faux leapord skin rug (this may be from another dream), and there were several of us with no idea of what we were doing, except maybe looking for something in the dark, but we got caught and the lights went on and it was all very calm and we offered to read a story to the headmistress in bed. 

Disclaimer:  I may have embellished that last dream for lack of true recall. 

Maybe all of my dreams really are prophetic, really truly. It's likely I'll talk to people in a library soon, and maybe annoy them, and I'm riding the train tomorrow, so dingy lights are taken care of. My friend takes me swimming sometimes, check. 

I should take myself more seriously. 

(heheh)