i’ve been dreaming in yellow lately. aside from the general strangeness of dreaming in such a literal manner, there are only small additional details that i can derive from these nightly ruminations. there may or may not have been faces, elephants, circus associated imagery, cake, large fields, i don’t really know. it seems to appear in giant flashes, or sheets, of just sheer and total colour. the only thing that sticks out is yellow: a steady shade lying somewhere between mustard and cadmium. naturally, i decided, after some wary urging from friends, to look this shit up, and of course i rely on some unreliable source (and also because i totally forget how to manipulate any credible library source, jesus). from what i gather, it’s not a bad thing, and it’s all about the context. something about gains, creative intuition, blah blah. discussing dreams in such a serious tone probably isn’t the most, um, intelligent thing to do, but i think that there is a lot to be said about the unconscious. before i even looked this shit up i know that i was itching to sit down and read and write.

i think that this probably has a lot to do with; the fact that i’ve been in school for a bit now and my brain is finally, FINALLY allowed to be sharp, the oncoming of fall, which has, traditionally, been my most awesome time of year, and well, my general awesomness of late. i suppose i’m just totally in love with the notion of being a student and learning, because lord knows that i love scarves and books. the air is different this time of year, it’s expectant, it’s like something cool is going to happen all the time, and it usually does. i mean, i almost rescued a stray cat a couple days ago, but it just wasn’t meant to be. it doesn’t sound cool, but honestly, chasing little octopus around with carley and lyndsay was hilarious enough. oh, and dropping all of my personal identification ONTO the tracks at queen station and being too much of a chicken shit to jump down and grab them myself, so i had to wait for a man in a little cap to come and do it for me. that’s probably why fares are going up, after all, because i needed extra assistance. hrmph.

so today, i’m spending a sunny afternoon by myself, wearing tights and a cap, with a pot of tea and some homework. i’ve got to catch up and finish in cold blood before the damn suspense kills me (although my prof sort of killed it for me, ha ha, when for the last fifteen minutes of class yesterday, we watched the end of the film version, and then were sent out to “have a good one”, or something to that effect–LONGEST PARENTHESES EVER), but i’ve also got to catch up on this new rilo kiley record that i never knew existed (although i don’t know if i’m totally crazy about it). everything feels lush, like after the dry, barren feeling of summer, something is shifting, and it’s all balancing out. i want to eat tofu and snow peas with korma sauce, dye my hair a really deep shade of auburn, and totally forget that ttc fares are going up, set aside the kanye v. 50 thing for about two seconds, and just be, uh, happy? is that cool?