I usually have insomnia because I physically cannot fall asleep, like there's a switch that won't turn off deep inside my brain. But this week it's been because I'm afraid to fall asleep, afraid to fall into my dreams, the ones where the person I like likes me back.

I can't explain exactly why I feel guilty when I wake up from them...I've tried everything I can think of (including lucid dreaming) to not have them...so (I don't think) it's not like I can control them. Perhaps the guilt comes from actually believing (within the dream itself and only during the dreaming) that the things that are happening are true.

I'm still searching for more information on guilt and dreams, but I haven't found what I'm looking for...though this (mostly unrelated) article helped in another way. I love the thought catalog website; they often have amazing articles.

After surviving that kind of ache, you’ll be so much stronger, so much more certain of yourself. You’ll see that all pain (physical, emotional, and metal) is a temporary state of being, not a permanent one. There is always a reason to go on, always a reason to fight for yourself.

Read the rest here:

http://thoughtcatalog.com/wes-janisen/2013/08/you-should-fall-for-someone-who-doesnt-love-you/

Until I can figure out how to stop having those dreams I will try and enjoy the other good dreams I occasionally have and take pleasure in the relief I get when I wake from bad dreams and realize they are not true anymore.

Some helpful quotes about feelings...

I have been kind of beating myself up about feelings and how most everyone else I know seems to handle theirs so much better. I put my brownies away (because I refuse to eat when I'm like this and only want to eat when I'm genuinely hungry) and then found some great quotes that help somewhat.

“All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic.”
― Oscar Wilde

Well ^^this^^ makes me feel a little bit better about not being able to write good poetry.

And this goes a little way to realizing you can't always extinguish them:

“...no one can do a thing about feelings, they exist and there's no way to censor them. We can reproach ourselves for some action, for a remark, but not for a feeling, quite simply because we have no control at all over it.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

Absolutely to this:

One can never ask anyone to change a feeling.”
― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

And definitely this:

“There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.”
― George Eliot

Alone with brownies and good books on a snow day...both a good thing and a bad, but mostly good. I am so happy I found these two books when I did the little cleaning I did today. There are both amazing and I thought I had lost them! Re-discovery is fun and perfect for this kind of day indoors.

The Music Of Your Life opens with a description that makes me think of my childhood and watching "The Lawrence Welk Show" with my grandparents, plus it's just a super collection of stories.

Giant's Bread I bought and read (and read and read) in the tenth grade. I'll never forgot how I felt the first time I read it. I couldn't believe Agatha Christie had written it nor how beautiful it could be in some parts. I read it so much the binding is barely holding together.

 

The entire piece is not online, but the current issue of Wired has a great article about using music instead of sexting to enrich a relationship. I love it...it's from the March issue.

just a snippet..from "Seduction by Spotify" by.Jenna Wortham

 

I've written about this before, but to see the topic discussed in Wired magazine takes me by pleasant surprise:

 

http://www.wired.com/2015/02/demisexuality/

It's probably not a good idea to spend time with Sylvia Plath on a snow day (all that quiet time for too much introspection), yet I found this (until now, mostly unread) on my shelf and pulled it off to read while I sip tea.

I find her journals much more intriguing and well-written than The Bell Jar, yet I imagine I will re-shelf this before the afternoon is over. It's just all a bit too much.

I can only begin to imagine what it would be like to live day in, day out with all these thoughts in one's head...it makes me so sad to think that such despair comes with such talent.


http://thoughtcatalog.com/jeffrey-ellinger/2014/06/80-memorable-passages-from-the-unabridged-journals-of-sylvia-plath/

12. “Face it, kid, you’ve had a hell of lot of good breaks. No Elizabeth Taylor, maybe. No child Hemingway, but God, you are growing up. In other words, you’ve come a long way from the ugly introvert you were only five years ago. Pats on the back in order? OK. Tan, tall, blondish, not half bad.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

16. “Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair.”

17. “God, I want to get to know him. If I could build an idea and creative life with him, or someone like him, I would feel I lived a testimony of constructive faith in a hell of a world. And our reality would be our heaven. Please, I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking, quoting poetry, and making a good life. Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”

"Anesthetizing myself again, and pretending nothing is there...My inability to lose myself in a character, a situation."