Dreaming is hard work.

So my therapist wants me to keep a log of my dreams to see if he can gain any insight into what's going on inside me. He thinks I'm repressing some stuff and that that's what's causing my acne. How crazy is that??? I'm inclined to believe it, though, because (a)he had psychosomatic asthma when he was a kid and (b)I've tried all kinds of medicines, cremes, lotions, and potions on my face and the shit won't go away. I even quit my job as a cook cuz I figured all the grease and sweat was a major source of the problem. But, alas, I'm 25 and it's still here. No big deal I guess, I'm pretty used to it, but I wouldn't miss it if it was gone...not at all. But therein lies the double-edgedness (huh?) of the sword. I'm kinda worried about unearthing all this shit inside me and completely ruining the source of my greatest poetry. I never thought my poetry and pimples were a package deal. But I guess I'm strong enough as a poet that I could just find another topic, or at least reflect on my past experiences in tranquility (or whatever that one famous dude said in my Roms and Vics class). Bah. Anwyays, so last night I tried logging my dreams. That shit is hard work...and kinda creepy. I woke up around 4:30 and ran to the bathroom with my journal, so as to not wake up my girlfriend with lights or noise. So there I am in a dark, silent apartment in the bathroom trying to piece together a ridiculous dream and force myself to remember more than I could at the moment. Kinda scary, indeed. I've never actually forced myself to remember more of my dreams before, and it's kinda frustrating cuz every now and then I would briefly, faintly remember something, but couldn't remember how it connected to anything. It was like I'm standing in a dark room and someone throws a bunch of polaroid pictures in the air, turns on a flashlight and starts spinning it around so that I get only brief, single glimpses of unconnected events. What a ridiculous way to explain something, I know, but that's how it felt. So I guess I'll keep trying.
My day's not looking too bad, today. Workshop should be easy, and we're discussing Huck Finn in my American Lit class. After that I'm going to Best Buy to get the DVD of "Waiting." Hilarious film. Then it's on to band practice, which is almost always pretty fun. I just gotta find some time to eat lunch and dinner and I have this thing about eating in the union between 12:20 and 1:10. I just can't do it. Too many people. Well, we'll see what I come up with. I'm gonna kick this Tuesday's ass, just you wait and see.