song+ Something's Coming- West Side Story
book+ Immortal Weapons
scent+ pasta
quest+ getting Carina
upper+ i'm slowly making progress on most efforts
downer+ i am pitifully poor
attire+ work clothes
drink+ milk
i placed the order for my Carina this morning, and sent the first payment. i'm hoping to be able to pay off the rest all at once in early October. i'm so happy about the progress i've made that i keep finding myself smiling at nothing. xD i decided not to pay for the faceup after all, so that’s gonna save me some money, meaning instead of being around 960 she’s now under 900, and paying her off will be even easier. i did order a different wig for her. she’s shown in the black version of Eve’s wig, i picked the riotously curly gypsy-looking one instead, still in black though.
stuff actually got started last night in moving things within the apartment. i cleaned out the remaining trash Moose had left behind in her former room and had Kyu vacuum it. then i shifted the few things staying there, hung curtains, and moved the dolls over. tonight the closet and bed should get moved, around the grocery shopping and other planned things. maybe other things too, but i dunno. i need to build the storage thingy i bought a few weeks ago and place it in the room too. i'll have to find one of our screwdrivers first though, probably, and maybe a hammer. xD whatever though, i'm gonna have fun moving stuff around this weekend.
this part could be kinda strange, but bear with me. all my life i've had reoccurring dreams of things that could be. frequently the things that i see again and again in my sleep happen in my life leaving me with the strongest kind of déjà vu possible. sometimes it’s insignificant things; sometimes it’s repeating moments from someone else’s life so when it happens i'm more prepared than you’d expect. lately (not even while asleep) i've seen a persistent image of a possible future that’s eluded me since early childhood. it goes the same every time. i'm in the lofty second floor of a building. there’s twin circular staircases flanking the front-facing end that overlooks the first floor (though i've never managed to look down). these are mostly ornamental and done in wrought-iron curlicues and leaves. the front wall is two-story glass, all for display purposes, i'd assume. the staircases must be ornamental because at the back of the upstairs loft is a large freight elevator for taking anything to the lower floor. the room is full of desks with busy artistic people working feverishly, looking thrilled to be doing whatever they’re working on. everyone seems to be doing something different, and i don’t recognize anyone there but myself and Kyu. we all seem to get along and know each other though, and whatever we do appears to be profitable, based on the quality of the apparel we’re wearing. i'm wearing an office-type look of my own design while walking around talking to everyone and offering advice and opinions. i stop at a desk to help one person (something about watercolors? i dunno what) and that’s when i stop seeing every time. when i was younger the vision was the exact same scene but i didn’t know anyone. Kyu was there, sitting at his desk in the corner, i just hadn’t met him yet last time i saw it. i think i was 10 or so last time? but over the past two weeks i've been seeing the same thing every few days, sometimes more than once a day. i'm not sure what it could mean at all. maybe i'm finally getting my life together and it’s a glimpse of what i could do? it would be something i'd enjoy, but i have no idea how to get to the point where i'm living it and not just seeing it. also i have NO IDEA how old i am at that point, details about myself are always obscured when i "see" things. i do look happy though, so it seems worth trying for, you know? *sigh* wouldn’t mind having the money it looks like i'd have either. xD
but yeah, that’s what’s up with me, and why i guess i’ve been a little extra unsettled and impatient lately.
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There's a house in one of my recurrent dreams. It starts out being the house in Irving, and then the barn in Irving, and then I walk upstairs (stairs like in Mom and Dad's house, which led to the basement, but in the dream they lead up to an attic), and suddenly there's enough room for everyone, and I'm still married to your father, and I seem to be OK with that. There is a huge swimming pool out back.
I think your recurring dream is way cooler than my recurring dream.
The only recurring dream that I can remember having is one from when I was a kid and we lived in Irving. I was at the Irving Mall and running from SpiderMan around the fountain and the brick floor was falling out from under me like in the beginning of the cartoon show DuckTales.
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