I dreamt that my sister was getting married, and I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear. The time was running out (the ever ticking clock is a recurring theme in my dreams, and maybe even my life...) and I kept looking in the closet for a tie that I didn't own, and I couldn't get my shirt and my pants to match--I think they may have been changing colors without me realizing it. Then my mom started hassling me about running out of time, and all these depressing thoughts started to fill my head, and I got pissed off and yelled at my mom. And despite the fact that the wedding was within hours, we ended up going to Lake Elizabeth to pick up my aunt and godfather, and it didn't look like we'd make it to the wedding on time. And I remember my last conscious thought before waking up was: "Why can I never make it anywhere on time?"
Of course, what I remember thinking about in the dream was the fact that my sense of timing is all jacked up especially when it comes to women, and I remember that in my dream I was fretting about the notion of my sister getting married before I did, and how I would probably never get to the point in my life where I might even ask a woman to marry me, and this just made me incredibly sad. So so much for the Art of Not-Wanting. Maybe.
But I've noticed it before: things only start going right when I just let go, and just let life lead me to whereever I need to be. Ignorance is bliss. Plans are for suckers. Or something like that.
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