vashti and esther

Last night I had this dream that I was walking through the plains with someone else (I’m not sure who – Katie? Annicka? Justin?), and it was a blizzard – everything we saw was blue and grey. We walked for days and days trying to find something, but I’m not sure what. I got the feeling that we were looking for a home – a place to stay. As if something had happened where we had been and we were running from it now – but not something really bad, just something we couldn’t stay for. So we walked and walked over snow and then we came upon a suburban development – you could see the little blue windows from far above on a ridge. We came to one of these houses, and somehow we snuck into it. We realized someone was home – and panicked. Obviously we’d be arrested. But then when this person found us, they were happy to see us – they treated us like children. Then we knew that this was sufjan steven’s mom. I didn’t know if we had been looking for her out in the blizzard or if it was a coincidence, but she made us food and had us stay. She talked a lot about sufjan, like she had been there the whole time while he was growing up (though a lot of those songs are about how his mother abandoned him and his brother). But she talked about it like she had been there the whole time, and loved him more than anything.

Anyways it was the strangest, most vivid dream. In the dream I somehow knew that I was playing the part of one of the three kings of orient are – the snowy plain was like a desert, and we were traveling in the dark following small lights on the horizon. But then when we got there, we found this mother, who was talking about sufjan like he was gone away, or not born yet – I’m not sure. It was very weird.

It’s probably a symptom of three straight days of parties. Its been a long weekend. But a good one – Katie said today at brunch, “is this the beginning of the end of school? Drinking every night?” and yes, I guess it is. Which in turn sent me into a panic about my thesis, which I am currently in the library not writing. Anyways, Friday was so funny – we turned the top floor of DL into a party. Justin finally drank too and was a gem. We drifted from evan’s to justin’s to jarett’s to matt’s to jiddy’s back to justin’s, then to just the hallway between them all. There were so many people chanting SENIORS! SENIORS! Someone had a camcorder, I cant wait to see this indicting footage. There was this red lipstick floating around, and by the end of it all we were covered in it – gross. I had to go home, I was grossed out. But I had a great night.

Then Saturday was purim, this jewish holiday which is kind of like halloween. So analee and the slc hillel organized a “purim schpiel” in marshall field, and Justin amy and jarett all had parts, which was funny to watch. Also lots of holmentaschen, which justin’s mom sent from their family’s jewish bakery in Chicago. Then as analee said, it was time for “the real point of purim,” which apparently is simply alchohol. i saw some things that night i hope to see again soon. (i.e. mike levine wearing amy's bra, justin peeing sitting down).

This has been a great weekend, just kind of intense. I feel like I need to do some kind of detox – or at least sleep for a day or so. I guess it’s just that every night of the past three has been like…100%. And I’m sick, so it’s just been, exhausting. Luckily, my math homework is done.