The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

Dreaming, originally uploaded by PhoenixRyzing.

I’ve talked several times over the past year of blogging about being an introvert and my dislike for heavy drinking.

I was invited out once again by a co-worker to a mutual friend’s house. She told me that I should attend and have a good time with everyone. Problem is, she invited me and not the host, so I didn’t feel like it was appropriate to show up like that. I guess its part of my code not to be invited second hand.

During my years on this Earth my growth has come from learning about myself and what makes me tick. During this past week a lock was opened up and the real key for me not going to the party has to do with the large drunk crowd of unknown people that were going to be there.

Now, if this was at a bar there wouldn’t be a problem, because I would be with a core group of friends that I would be able to chat with. When you are at a party and the mix of people show up that you’re suppose to mingle with and make small talk leads me to feel very uncomfortable.

I know that throwing me out there is the only way to meet new people, but again I would rather have it be in a more relaxed atmosphere with a smaller group. (12 or under)

So, instead of going out I stayed home on Halloween and watched some movies, played some games. I would love to have just one year, where I do get dressed up and go out with friends. I just don’t think it will be happening anytime soon.

And now for something completely different….

Last night I had a dream that had me attending some sort of art school, but I’m not sure of the location. Now, I have a history of dreaming things about jobs that have come true. Three times in the past I have dreamt about jobs and three times I have landed those three jobs I’ve dreamt about.

The thing with this dream is that it wasn’t the name of the place that came to me, like it did specifically with the jobs. Instead, it was the building itself that I was focused on.

The building was oval in shape and had a spiral design to it, with glass window. I was talking to a girl about it and she said “You couldn’t have made a better choice, than to come here.”

In the center of the building sat some sort of garden with stone benches around the garden. Sunlight beamed downed upon the garden, so I’m going to assume there is an opening at the very center of the building itself. The benches sat around the center of the garden in the middle. Sort of like a casual meeting place.

I’m feeling very strongly about this dream. I need to find that building.

I hope everyone is having a great Sunday!