Designated Doodler

Dreams can be so easily influenced, they can be swayed and suggested and constructed by a hundred factors. Take for instance the time that I fell asleep watching Sponge Bob Square Pants which, during my nap, had changed to iCarly. Unfortunately, the entire cast of iCarly appeared uninvited into my dreams. It was an odd experience to say the least. And today after spending hours packing and cleaning I decided to take a nap with Food Network in the background. Clearly I was exhausted because how else can one fall asleep with Guy Fieri blabbing in the background? Anyway, I dreamt that I was visiting various eateries and that Tiger's paw was on the menu...which is odd, needless to say. But the reason I'm going on this ridiculous tangent (aside from the fact that I've had way too much sugar) is because my dreams have really started to tick me off. Oh how I would love to have more control over my closed third eye. Oh well, I'm sure it's nothing that years of the

How do you come to terms with your past being put up for sale? How do you shut the door and walk away from the house you've been desperately wanting to return to for four years? I understand that change is a part of life...but if you can control it...why do it to yourself? I've seen lives shift...crack apart under the strain of change. And that scares me. I have enough change to deal with for the time being. Graduating. Starting a job. I feel like there's enough on my plate and now there's this. Visions of me, sweating under a blistering sun, carrying my life in boxes out of a room that I spent three months perfecting. I sat in that very room as a middle schooler and dreamed of high school. I stood on my bed one summer and painted the rocky mountains over my headboard. I stayed up late using a black controller to realize my dreams of being a fighter pilot. I ventured between worlds through the books that grace my book shelves. I remember walking up the unfi

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