Ok, slight lapse in the journals; I really intended to have this suspended for longer, but I had to write this one down.
It was a dream; I didn't remember it until just a bit ago. It involved that apartment-dorm-complex building also featured in that other dream oh-so-long-ago that I don't really remember well. I think I was on the third floor. Maybe fourth or fifth. That guy from school was on the floor above me; the floors were sort of dorm-ish; my floor had people from my dorm floor back at LeTourneau. Anyway. There was also some sort of amusement park behind the building; I was there for a while, and somewhere down the line he took a pencil from me, and broke it. It was part of some strange floor thing his floor was doing, but I decided to take it very seriously. I was sort of like some sort of wolf or dog. I ran up to one and demanded that the situation be remedied. Or some such phrase. Of course, they had a hard time understanding my language (my voice was somewhat beastlike), and even had they understood they wouldn't have fixed it (my insignificant self could hold no sway on a grand floor scheme). There were some really destructive thoughts going through me at that time. I ended up somehow running to their floor, pacing back and forth, trying to get into a room (I think maybe to get a replacement pencil, but I don't really remember well), but I couldn't open the doors. No hands; only feet/paws. I was getting ready to bash down a door when my memory stops; I dunno if the dream just ended there in favor of another, or if perhaps I woke then, but it was over, in any case.
Quite odd, it was.
"The only thing they can mess with is your sense of direction."
How odd. That was a quote from another dream I had, a while back. The apartment thing sort of made me think of it. That was an interesting dream, too. Main focus, I think, or at least, the main theme things seemed to revolve around was of the outcast type of thing. Social misfit. I remember my friend from junior high/high school was in that one, which was sort of odd since this dream was some time ago, when I was still on the LeTu campus. Anyway, someone broke into the whatever authority's office, and stole my "profile". You know, future Big Brother domination type environment. Anyway, she told me that according to my profile "The only thing they can mess with is your sense of direction." (I don't know whether the file said that, or if she just interpreted it from the file, but, anyway.) In this context, "sense of direction", I understood meant my sense of purpose, or destiny, or whatever you want to call it.
Dunno what this means. But it's interesting, anyway.
I was also a dog type creature in another, more recent dream (somewhere in between the sense of direction dream and the one last night). I think I was lost; I was back in my old neighborhood and my memory had somehow been erased, so that I thought I lived there (when in actuality my family had moved). Dunno if that was before or after the day I visited there. Probably after. I won't assume precognizance. I'm not that stupid. Though it would have been interesting.
What is it with the dog thing, anyway? Some sort of subconscious werewolf fantasy? Who knows. There is, of course, the conscious aspect, but it's not exactly the same thing. Not as "werewolves", anyway. They have bodies. And no wings.