i used to have the best dreams, often and interesting and rarely frightening. i still write down dreams when i remember them, but the past few years i don't remember as much as i used to. last night i started reading through some of the older ones and realized how obvious my subconscious can be sometimes.
this is from my first year of college:
i'm in the cafeteria trying to find something to eat. i'm rounding up all these tiny pieces of stuff when i see this girl diana with a huge pile of toasted wheat bread with strawberry jam on it. it looks absolutely perfect, so i go to make myself some. as i'm walking, i notice that everywhere there's lemon jell-o and everyone has lemon jell-o on their trays. because there's nothing else to eat.
thank goodness i only lived "on campus" for one year. though the apartment i lived in the rest of the time was a just block over from the dorm, it did have a kitchen.