Dream Log

My dad came up to visit and I guess my mom had found an old dream log that I had made way back when. I read some of it, and it's pretty interesting even though now I have little to no recollection of those dreams. Now, I don't write them down in a journal anymore, but maybe I should start again... Anyway, here's one in the interim that I want to remember. It was kind of trippy, but I liked it.

I had a dream last night that I was at some kind of entertainment center, kind of like a carnival or fair or something of the sort. Within this center, there were many different areas, very similar to a school, with private classrooms that people were just hanging out in or taking naps in. There was a courtyard, or actually multiple courtyards where people were talking and sitting/standing around in. It seemed crowded and each section of this center could only be accessed at certain times, which made it a good idea to stay in one section for a long time, for fear of not being able to get back there anytime soon. Of course, some areas were harder to get into than others, as the gates would only open at a certain time and then they would close at another (I think one gate was set to close at sunset). At one point, I sat and talked to these two guys. One was an asian man, who was a little older and one was a small man. I don't remember what we talked about, but I do remember being with friends/family members and them also talking to these 2 guys and being slightly entertained, as those 2 were a little loopy. I then remember taking a nap with someone in my family in a private room. I woke up and saw a bunch of pictures and drawings and construction paper with writing on them. I saw one with my name next to it and said 'hey look! it's me!' I kept looking around and realized that there were actually quite a few with my name on them or next to them. I saw a picture of a woman I didn't know who looked horrible, black eye makeup smeared and frazzled hair, with the words "RAPE 1992" (or was it 1993?) and I realized I knew what happened. I realized that the room was haunted but didn't really seem to be scared of that. Somehow I think the asian guy knew what happened to, but at that point I woke up...
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In other news, I feel like things are changing quickly but slowly at the same time. Byron and Doris are officially done with their college taiko careers, which kind of disconnects me more from the group. I don't feel like I can go to practices anymore without feeling a little awkward, especially after they choose newbies for the year. Yes, there are still others I am very close with still in the group, but I feel like it's time to finally move on. I've also been doing a lot of traveling, especially on the weekends, enjoying the summer weather. Life's been a lot of movement, travel, new things, old but dear things, and lots of fun things.

Work, on the other hand, is the same day after day, with very few changes. This has kind of made me very comfortable in this environment and I've had to really dig deep to get that motivation to come back to me, to find changes everyday and to do something different than in the past. This stagnant feeling isn't necessarily bad though, I've just become accustomed to it in a way. I'm ok with how things are now. We'll see what happens in the future...