January 28th

I had a dream that I was stuck on a line. A line from A to B. It was more of a conceptual dream. I couldn't see anything, I just knew I was caught on this pencil drawn line, and I was upset because I thought that I wasn't that kind of person, I remember that I was all over the graph, that I was all sorts of shapes, mostly a blob, moving around like an amoeba. I was much happier then, I thought. But now I had to cram myself into this line. Then I woke up and I had to go to work.