summer is latin for high humidity

summer's coming and i'd like a review.

i've been having "real-time dreams." these usually happen to me when i wake up from a loud noise or the blanket not being on me anymore, and i look at the clock and it's only a half hour before my stupid alarm is going to go off. i hate this stretch of time. i'll fall back asleep and usually drop right into rem sleep. i whip out a fairly quick and very real dream and wake up about 7 minutes later. looking at the clock and feeling slightly disoriented because i've just had a very real dream that in my head only lasted about 7 minutes. you know how most dreams are like hours of time or at least a decent chunk? when i have my mini-dreams in the mornings, they only last in my head for as long as i'm asleep. i'll run through 3 or 4 of these minirealtimedreams on any morning where i'm awakened about a 0.5 hour before i want to. it's not that i don't like them or do like them. the realness and brevity of them are the intriguing parts that i want to explore.

being a hippie has nothing to do with tye-dye, marijuana, hallucinogens, lack of showering, or owing a dead album.
it's a choice to not to buy into the consumerist materialism of american pop culture.
it's a choice to live with the idea that relationships and real happiness are what we should strive for in our life.
it's a choice to be open-minded and realizing that others will have opinions, but you have the opportunity to both be teacher and student to them.
if that's what you do with your life, face up--you're a hippie.

God damn hippies.