rejuvenate
The amount of sleep I've been getting lately almost seems unhealthy. I went to sleep at around 12:30am last night, and when I was finally conscious enough to take a peek at my watch, it was 2:20pm. It had felt as though I'd gotten three night's worth of sleep in one go, and I remember having at least three distinctly different dreams.
If any of you enjoy trying to interpret dreams, my most vivid dream involved riding a mountain bike on a lush walking track somewhere in the mountains, and for some reason my mum was there as well, along with some other non-specific relative. The dream felt bright and crisp, and the forest had a light green colour to it. Anyway, I had taken charge of the expedition, and eventually my directions had led us to a river that was being guarded by a Chinese sword-wielding warrior. My mum and my other relation pulled off some impressive kung fu moves and got past the guardian without any problems. When it was my turn to step up, there was a feeling in the air that I would do something particularly spectacular since I was the leader of the group. I took off my backpack and threw it past the warrior in order to not be encumbered during our battle, but my unco throw meant that the backpack ended up in the river. So much for being impressive. I did, however, manage to pull off some nifty sword tricks (for some reason, I now had a short sword with me) and got past the warrior without any problems. After that, we all ran/flew across the river like characters from ancient Chinese kung fu stories, hopping on water and lightly springing off reeds potruding from the river without getting our feet wet...
It's now been just under a week since I completed my last undergraduate assessment task, ending perhaps the most intense period of work that I've ever been through. I had been neglecting sleep, had stopped reading, stopped going to the gym, stopped just about everything for uni work. Though it just seemed like another responsibility to take care of at the time, I'm glad I still had games of basketball to stop my mind from being completely overrun with thoughts of photocatalysts. Since uni ended, I've hardly even tried to get my life back in order. I've been locked in recovery mode for the past week, sleep, sleep, gym, basketball, sleep, gym, sleep. Another day or two, and I might contemplate doing something worthwhile again.
If any of you enjoy trying to interpret dreams, my most vivid dream involved riding a mountain bike on a lush walking track somewhere in the mountains, and for some reason my mum was there as well, along with some other non-specific relative. The dream felt bright and crisp, and the forest had a light green colour to it. Anyway, I had taken charge of the expedition, and eventually my directions had led us to a river that was being guarded by a Chinese sword-wielding warrior. My mum and my other relation pulled off some impressive kung fu moves and got past the guardian without any problems. When it was my turn to step up, there was a feeling in the air that I would do something particularly spectacular since I was the leader of the group. I took off my backpack and threw it past the warrior in order to not be encumbered during our battle, but my unco throw meant that the backpack ended up in the river. So much for being impressive. I did, however, manage to pull off some nifty sword tricks (for some reason, I now had a short sword with me) and got past the warrior without any problems. After that, we all ran/flew across the river like characters from ancient Chinese kung fu stories, hopping on water and lightly springing off reeds potruding from the river without getting our feet wet...
It's now been just under a week since I completed my last undergraduate assessment task, ending perhaps the most intense period of work that I've ever been through. I had been neglecting sleep, had stopped reading, stopped going to the gym, stopped just about everything for uni work. Though it just seemed like another responsibility to take care of at the time, I'm glad I still had games of basketball to stop my mind from being completely overrun with thoughts of photocatalysts. Since uni ended, I've hardly even tried to get my life back in order. I've been locked in recovery mode for the past week, sleep, sleep, gym, basketball, sleep, gym, sleep. Another day or two, and I might contemplate doing something worthwhile again.
posted by Gene at 4:20 pm
i'm so jealous, wish I'd finished with exams by now :(
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