reflections of a cereal monogamist

special K red berry: crack in a box.

but along comes "berry burst" cheerios. okay, "berry burst" is a little cutesy-poo, but i figure, i was raised on cheerios, so i'll give it a shot. and i get the mixed berry kind.

when you're used to strawberries alone on your cereal, the flavor of blueberries and raspberries -- which you love! -- is somehow very, very strange.

later: dream theater. but first, must meet with philosophy professor.

dream theater

belying my words to mearagrrl, i had a dream this morning -- after having reset the alarm (alarm clocks on spring break, even. disgusting) -- in which i was moving.

where i had been living, in the context of the dream, was where i am living now: teeny-tiny ship's cabin of a studio apartment with, let's be honest, hardly any closet space. i was moving into a v. nice apartment in one of these controlled-access "high-rise" buildings -- i put "high-rise" in quotes because in DC terms, which is what i know, a high-rise building is maybe 18 floors -- with the carpeting and the closet space and the whole megillah. a friend of mine had arranged for me to move into this new place, and as i was moving my stuff in, i became concerned that i really couldn't afford this apartment i was moving into. i mean, there were more rooms than i have limbs. i didn't need this much space -- i'm happy in a studio, and this appeared to be a two-bedroom place ... wtf? upon inspection, it proved to be a one-bedroom with a den, but what's the diff, right?

i asked my friend about this, and she said no, it was a good place, don't worry. what's my rent going to be, i asked her. (like i shouldn't have asked this before commencing the moving-in process. whatever. it was a dream.) she named a figure that struck me, in the dream, as fantastically low -- about half what i'd been paying in the old place! woo-hoo! sold! the moving-in continued.

of course, two things are true: first, the fantastically low rent is about what i'm paying now, in real life -- it is about half what i was paying in my last place up in the DC area, but my delight at having my rent seriously reduced was, upon waking, short-lived. and secondly, it wasn't long (in the dream) before i realized that this great new place came with ... a roommate. gah! it was another friend of the friend who'd arranged the move, and i remember going into the kitchen and having a conversation with her about how i'd been living alone, and hoped we'd be able to get along well as roommates. she, as i recall, had also become accustomed to living alone, and somehow we both thought oh, that's all right then.

v. strange. a couple of weeks ago, i was having nightmares about my friend's impending wedding. now, i'm apparently having weird dreams about cmshaw's impending move. is anyone else concerned that i'm not having (apparently) any anxiety about my own life?