I remembered two dreams from last night. 

the first: I'm in a field and flying a kite by myself. it takes a while to get aloft. I'm not really running much, just letting it do its thing. it catches abruptly and starts to pull. "I haven't flown a kite since I was a kid!" I say, although there doesn't seem to be anyone else around. the kite is small and generically shaped, with tattered edges and washed-out sections of primary colors. it's a kite that's been neglected. 

and when I look up again it's just a string, and it's still pulling into the wind, and I want to let go of it but I wake up instead. 

interpretation, courtesy dreammoods.com: "some choice or gift comes with strings attached. there is a price you will need to pay. or it may suggest that someone is pulling the strings. you are not really in control of the direction your life is taking." 

...yeah, I can definitely apply that to some situations lately. 

second dream: I am in my newly rearranged bedroom and it is exactly as it is in reality. it is nighttime and I see something on the other side of the curtain, a ducking-down head perhaps? so I look out the window. it's my ex, stalking me, spying on me. he starts to rise up again, slowly, trying to look in. and I lunge at the window from the inside, trying to scare him away, trying to seem more dangerous and less fucking vulnerable than I feel. and I wake up. I am terrified and laying face down and my heartbeat is moving the mattress. 

interpretation: "to dream you are looking out the window signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness and point of view. it also refers to your intuition and awareness. you may be reflecting on a decision. or the dream is telling you that you need to go out into the larger world and experience life. consider the significance of the things you see when you look out the window."

and dreaming about being stalked: "it represents a difficulty or issue you're not confronting. these problems are not going to go away just because you are ignoring them."

these analogies fit. 

that is, I know exactly what is prompting them, and I am doing my damnedest to finally respect my intuition and make the most decisive, necessary changes. 

I say that often. sometimes I even believe it. but I chronically tend to flake out on my convictions after a while, to my detriment. and I'm getting too fucking old for my shit. 

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I will upload more stuff later, but for now, Denny Way. this used to be the Greyhound service garage. the sign says "a new beginning in an old place."