Though my conscious seems to be over Australia, the same might not be true for my subconscious.
I feel numb towards life in general.
I dream about Australia sometimes.
Last night I had dreams that seem to come from someone who is still quite into Australia.
In one dream: Jack and I are at an out door festival/concert. I see John Green. I ponder the idea of there one day being a Crash Course series about Australia. I think about how maybe I could help with that.
Shit. I can't find the color I usually use for my dreams.
I guess I'll have to change it.
It's a bit bright.
In the other dream: There are some birds hanging around. One seems to be a Kookaburra. There's some excitement over that. Someone asks me what they eat. I say "meat" and they have trouble hearing me. Later: I get a Kookaburra to come through my window by doing the Kookaburra call. Then other Aussie animals come through as well.
The Kookaburra seemed like a real animal. The other animals (such as a koala) seemed more like animated stuffed animals. And I don't think the dream Kookaburra matched what a real life Kookaburra looks like. I think it was big and looked more like a vulture.
Dreams are what pushed me into being obsessed with Australia in the first place. Maybe that's what's happening again. Though it's not working yet. Right now I feel numb towards Australia.
I feel numb towards life in general.
It's like life just seems too outrageous, and my brain can't keep up with it all.
Before I was thinking that life has become like a TV show that has jumped the shark. But then I decided, no...that's not it. It's more like a TV show that has jumped the shark way too many times; yet it's still on the air.
In order to stay sane and happy, I have to appreciate the small things. Like dandelions in the yard. We have a lot of them right now.
