I've been remembering my dreams more and more... and man it's odd.
Last night: Vaguely something like me walking with another friend into a restaurant like Cracker Barrel. I saw an old friend walking out and she was wearing baggy guy clothes and a hat over her unkept hair. She passed without even eye contact and I started commenting to the person beside me that she was actually turning into her boyfriend, then I saw her on the other side of them and knew that she had heard me. So when I mentioned her hair, I reached around and grabbed it so that she would know that I saw her there. She told me that she was there to meet her dad and he was late. <time gap> I later heard over the news or something that he had gotten into an awful car accident and died. I wanted to call her, but knew that I couldn't - she didn't want any contact with me and it would have been invasive. <time gap, possibly a different dream> I was in some house that I supposedly had lived in and left items behind. The person that had moved in hadn't touched them and they were still sitting in the middle of his bedroom. I was hiding in there from something that I saw out in the neighborhood - I went there because it was familiar (though of course I've never seen it at all before). When he came in, I quickly quit snooping and scooped up my things to explain my presence there. My alarm woke me as I returned to walking down the street with my garbage bags over my shoulder. Tuesday night: All things red. Randomly. I didn't pay attention to the plot, but I do remember watching a person dressed all in red get a red jumpsuit out of a red gym bag that was on a red bed in a room with red walls and furniture. Monday night: I switched back and forth between seeing things from somebody else's perspective and being an omniscient outsider. It was like just arriving at a conference. "I" bumped into Zach Braff (from Scrubs, Garden State) and it was one of those connecting-moment smiles. As "I" turned away from him, all the insecurities and what not flooded my mind. The same happened for Zach, but then when "we" would look at each other it would be genuine smiles and interest with no misgivings until we would turn away and they would rush back. The really wierd thing is that as it kept going, Zach started growing one long whisker - like the ones that the gouramis have (See picture below) -- except that he only had one growing off to the side out of his chin, lol. "I" had one in my hand, so maybe I accidentally broke it or something, but it was all too much for "me" and "I" took off down the corridors trying frantically to find the roof access to be alone and chill. When I was getting the most exasperated, Zach suddenly appeared. We realized that we both were trying to do the same thing the entire time and just started laughing and without words decided it was safe to be ourselves - then of course proceeded to have the pan-around shot of the reconciling kiss. The End. 
From all this, I have learned that I definitely do dream in color (I was unsure before since they always say you dream in black and white) and I have specific theatrical techniques that I use for emphasis in my head. I'm still pretty unsure whether or not my dreams have a soundtrack, because I don't think I use sounds at all in them. This may be 'cos I have no interfering sounds at night. I have also learned to stay away from the aquarium or watching the news right before I fall asleep. --- lol... I actually get some time to update (because both my morning classes were cancelled and I am putting off for a bit doing all the assignments I ought to be knocking out) and this is what I spend it doing. By the time I do ever get around to updating here, the last thing I want to talk about is that overloaded feeling I've been trying to get control over. I am making good progress on my Professional Paper - I figured out that I can't do an actual thesis unless I have the OT program director herself as my advisor (I'd never get out of here). I'm going to work with caregivers of family members with Alzheimer's - the hook? That they are aging too and the normal process of them taking care of their children when they're young and then the children reciprocating when the parent is older is thrown all out of wack. One woman whose experience really struck me - she supported and cared for her husband through his Alzheimer's until he died, and now she is caring for her daughter who has developed it at a young age - in her 40s. There are tons of resources available for caregivers, but nothing to specifically address the concerns of the aging caregivers that are taking care of aging Alzheimer's patients. I want to develop a more occupation-based aid -- they have lots of psychosocial help and support, but no functional way perhaps to express their frustrations in a healthy way. I've been trying to work through this for a couple of days - I can feel what I want close, but not to where I can see it yet. I have pieces but nothing to make it cohesive. Besides catching up on assignments and going to work, this is all I am to do today - meet with my advisor and discuss, so it is up front in my mind. I think I'll sit down with some oil pastels later - that seems to have been helping me work through nagging stuff lately. | 
