LAST STRAW/DROP

in the waking moments of this morning, i (day)dreamt that i gave a severe beat down to a girl in my seminar class after screaming "i'm from queens bitch." so i decided to take a break from swarthmore and ran off to philly for the day. the last drop is a coffeeshop that i've taken quite a liking to. unfortunately, i had the displeasure of overhearing someone use DIVINE to describe a restaurant. ew. but they played beirut so i suppose all's well and good.

can't wait for thxgiving break, this place is suffocating. i thought sleep might make things better, but its only led to disturbing revelations. i had a dream in which i was trying to shoot a family portrait with my family and our family friends, but they weren't physically present, their upper bodies were contained and only visible through these frames and they would either fall out of these frames so i couldn't see them anymore or slowly fade away. as i was trying to photograph them, i kept yelling at them to get back into the frames or come back, but they didn't. another dream involved a decrepit, multi-storied/leveled building in which i was searching for family members, but they would be in this semi-comatose state or too caught up in the revelry of the place (there were flashing lights, dancing?) to understand that the place was dangerous. i'd try to gather them together so we could leave but they would drift away. once i got them together, we were suddenly on this superlong escalator, and other people were on separate superlong escalators, elevating to such great heights that i got extremely disconcerted and kept thinking i had to figure things out or we'd be doomed. haHA how ominous!