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These last few weeks of school are turning out to be really stressful in a one-thing-after-another kind of way. If it's  not my modernist professor making me want to smash things, it's a volcano (SERIOUSLY?) interfering with Bethany's much-needed vacation, and if it's not that, it's medical problems for my gradmother and another friend of mine. Well, happily Bethany gets to go to Disney World instead, and hopefully the medical problems will turn out to be... not big problems. Hopefully. Usually my spells of anxiety lessen when school stress heightens because I just don't have time to think about other things, but that's not the case this semester. So this is where I am right now: it's kind of hard to concentrate on writing a good paper for my Chaucer class when I'm trying to distract myself from fear that everyone I know (and me) is going to get cancer and then be eaten by geology.

So I'd appreciate positive thoughts, I guess is what I'm trying to say, lj friends o'mine.

Icons are forthcoming (as in later today or tomorrow, because I find icons therapeutic) but first I wanted to vent that and then say...

Last night, I had a dream.

I found myself in the little wooded area behind our backyard in Indy, and I had my iPod in. I do not remember what I was listening to. The wooded area in the dream was much bigger than it is in actuality, and over the sound of my iPod I started to hear distant children's voices calling, "Hello? Is anyone there?" It was a little creepy. At first I thought I was just hearing things or that it was neighborhood kids, but I kept hearing it, so I called back. The mysterious kids' voices and I had a call-and-response for a while, and eventually I decided to follow the voices and see if I could find the kids to whom they were attached. I walked through the woods for a while, and eventually I came upon a group of kids surrounded by a bunch of deer (we do have deer in our woods). But the kids were leaning down next to what appearend to be a wounded moose (we do not have moose in our woods).

I'm a little fuzzy on what happened at that point but I leaned down next to the moose, and I think the kids told me that the moose was fine now, and I was afraid the moose was going to attack me with its giant antlers, but I reached out and put my hand on its nose like they do in How to Train Your Dragon and it was fine. And then the kids decided they were going home since the moose was okay, and I was going home, too. But as I was walking away, I heard one of the kids say, "It likes you. It's following you home!" And sure enough, I turn around, and there is the moose, following me. Only instead of the giant, antlered moose it had appeared to be before, it was now a black baby moose.

The baby moose and I got up to the house, and the baby moose started playing in a kids' wading pool that was set up in the yard for some reason. It was a really cute moose, but my main concern was that it had to get back to its mother or it would die. So I went inside and got my mom to try to figure out what to do. Apparently she was about to plant flowers, because she had a little bunch of flowers sticking out of topsoil (like you might buy in cartons, you know?) in her hand. Baby Moose started to eat the flowers.

And then I woke up.

According to The Internet, "To see a moose in your dream represents long life and longevity. It may refer to the elders around you." So, I wouldn't be surprised if that dream happened because I'm worried about my grandma.

Last week, I had a dream that it was my wedding day, and I had been really laid back about everything during the entire planning stage (as I imagine I would really be, were I getting married), but at the last minute I started FREAKING OUT HARDCORE because there was no one to do my makeup. So, lesson learned: if and when I get married, despite possible expense, I must get someone to do my makeup. Or THERE WILL BE HYSTERICS.