>As I’m cursing my being so busy, the fact that I hardly get a rest, and fearing the impending workload from my exams I get this:

A mind always employed is always happy. this is the true secret, the grand recipe for felicity.

~ Thomas Jefferson

I realize it’s true. I do this to myself, make myself incredibly busy for when I am idle my mind turns towards itself. Introspection is fine in small doses, but I would rather be doing something else, and thus fill my free time to the brim.

Now if I can only stop having such interesting dreams, I can cut down on the ammount of sleeping in and get more free time.

I had such a whacked out dream today, I couldn’t help but see how it turned out.

I was in a run down neighborhood, it looked a lot like my old place in Indian Orchard. An old aquaintance was there — Heather from Warren. She had brought her friend and their 15 friends, the people who normally hung around their old place. The kind of people that are fun, don’t have any money, and don’t look like they’ll ever get any. They’re good people by heart, except when they lie to get money or food because otherwise they’d starve. If you’re on their side, you’d OK, and they’ve got your back… in other words.

So that was the only reason I was somewhat tolerant of these people. There was so much chaos, all these people talking and being comfortable in my house who I didn’t know… I couldn’t get to Heather and ask her what the hell was going on. She looked… a little different, had a mini-goatee, a soul patch… but it didn’t make her look like a man, it was more a wizard quality? =]~

Apparently my house what the only place that she knew she could go because her friends were targeted by some big gang just because they had been irreverant and… themselves, to these tough gang-members. Most of them had nothing to lose for most of their life, this was just the final “whoops” that might be the deciding factor. So there was a semi-noble cause. I didn’t want to send these people to die… they seemed like good kids, but I couldn’t very well support them all. I had no confidence or trust in them, and there was becoming an ever-increasing probability of becoming a target every moment they remained here.

When things got hot, I bailed, I told them all to leave. I had to put forth a physical effort in the realm of dreams, like when you tell yourself to stop falling, or reach the point of lucidity.