Vortexia's Secret

weird things. maybe i just decided to link all my posters and linkers. maybe i have to break my format for now. let's go chronologically...

the first weird dream i kept forgetting to post about was around the time when i was doing all the research on homeless policies. i had thrown away some completely rotten bananas in the kitchen trash, and later left my roommate a note to throw away the razor blades she'd left on the table (not suicidal, just an architecture major). as i continued working on the paper on the homeless later into the night, all of these must have fused in my mind. that night i dreamt that my roommate had stuck her razor blades into the bananas then taken out the trash. over night, a homeless man dug around in the dumpster, found perfectly good bananas (they were wrapped in a plastic bag), ate them, and proceeded to die a very brutal death because of the razor blades hidden inside. needless to say, i woke up quite distressed and shaken up. thankfully, it was just a dream.

this past weekend i had a couple post-Easter dinner so-full-i-fell-asleep dreams. in one of them my mom supposedly told my brother and sister-in-law that i swore too much, and gave me a look to indicate that she hoped i would work on that. in the other, i dreamed that i came across another blog where some chick was totally bashing my name. she said that only in america could you find a pointless white trash name like vortexia, and it made her sick. of course both of these dreams were completely realistic, and i later had to ask J to make sure they didn't really happen.

now for the hot daydream from yesterday. i was reminiscing on the joys of concerts, and how i missed them. there is something very sexual about it all. there are hundreds of people smashed against each other, temporarily all joined together with a similar interest. everyone's hot, sweaty, passionate for the music, high on an adrenaline rush... friendly and flirty, hoping to make plans for later that night. you can't deny that there's a certain sexual rush to screaming and dancing with music so loud it shakes you to your core. that's definitely a feeling you can only get from a damn good concert.

P.S. Keep them in your prayers.