Only four more dreams were recorded after this one in my abandoned dream journal.

(originally written on 05-05-2004)
I can't believe it's been three months since I updated, but yet I can. I've dreamed yes, but then five minutes after I woke up the dreams dissapated faster than I could hold on to them so they never made it here. Once in a while there were dreams I remembered enough that I could have recorded them...but I became sidetracked or I was too lazy in the end to write them.

Then there were dreams where I vaguely remembered what happened--not enough to write them, but one thing always stood out clear in these dreams: the theme of school. I was either back in Poky with Sandy, my ex-care provider, or in a classroom environment, or somewhere on campus. The one clear school dream I remember even now took place on Rick's (or BYU-I's) campus, either in the library or in the Manwaring Student Union Building. And for some reason security personnel and my cousin Kelly and a few of his friends (in my dream) featured in it. I was to help him--or them--with their group essay.

I woke up wondering what these series of dreams I'd been having over the course of several weeks were trying to say. The only thought I could come up with was, Perhaps my subconscious is trying to say it's time to get busy again with something that occupies my time.

And perhaps it is. I know I definitely need something worthwhile and constructive to do so I'm busy and getting out and meeting new people. =0S Time to get a job.

Time to get a job. Eeesh. Last week the counselor over at Vocational Rehab (Voc Rehab) called to check on my employment status--which is...nill. Yes, yes, I know. I graduated from college two years ago and I have two degrees in Mass Communications with an emphasis on Journalism, and I should be putting them to good use. Yes, I know, I'm wasting them otherwise.

I was quite surprised to hear from him. I thought, with Mom's last conversation with him, when he ranted about my lack of a job and my seemingly unenthusiastic search for one that he'd closed my file and written me off. Apparently not. We have an appointment November 7^th with a rep from Work Network(?). Apparently, despite his poor counseling and people skills, this man from Voc Rehab is determined to see I get a job in my field of expertise, thus accomplishing the goal of Voc Rehab in having helped pay for the majority of my tuition and seeing that I become a productive citizen of society.

I may get some type of job yet.

moon phase