after i posted the last dream i had i remembered a little more about it. at one point in the dream i realized that i couldn’t see out of my glasses. i took them off and cleaned them. then cleaned and cleaned some more. they didn’t seem to get clean, but then that part of the dream just stopped.
i have to write a poem the other day for my creative writing class. it might be lame. but i might post that later. i had to write another poem this week as well. i’m not done with it since it’s due monday night. i didn’t *have* to write a poem, i could’ve used another form of writing, but i chose the poem format. i think some of the writing in my prints can be poetic. i guess that’s opinion based though.