Two nightmares in one night: I had a flash forward to next summer and was fretting about actually paying rent on my own -- no, I'm not kidding -- but this anxiety was the catalyst that changed my priorities and course of direction; it meant the end of school. I've tried to reason it all out, and what I have come up with is that something inside me is waiting to move on. I am reluctant to say this but I think my recurring dreams are telling me to admit the possibility that I want to move on and do something else. Even worse is the evil swirling in my head thinks that moving on also means never looking back at the academic-in-training part of me. Obviously I don't want to carry around some deep-seated bitterness about school. No -- I don't think I will, but still. Ugh.
2nd dream: John Malcovich kept biting his co-stars (until they bled, really, such violent dreams.) WTF? okay, open house to see.
update: no luck on apt today. Same story -- no cats and must have all applicants present! I might have to stay at a hotel with my roommate for a couple of days at the beginning of next month.
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