My archiving formula isn't working. I wish someone would help me figure it out.

I am thinking of signing in this journal on diarist.net but I don't think it would help since no one reads it either way. I had one reader once, but I haven't heard a thing from him, or the anonymous others who bump into this journal. But I might still put it up on diarist.net, any time I have enough time on my hands to mess with programs.

Okay the long line of interviews and meetings is over...for a while. All I can say is Thank God the last one turned out pretty good. I love everyone, I love everyone, the world, and everyone in it. I feel that good. I shall feel even better months from now when everything is finalised and I get the last bit of document granting me the will to take the European trip I have often prayed night and day about; filling in journal entries from sidewalk cafes in Paris or Rome. SIGHS. The dreams I have...

Everything working out means a tremendous amount to me. If I could get a grant to go study my film school course stuff I shall be equally happiermaybe love everyone in the world more. But I will settle with what I have for now. Let's not be greedy.
I had a dream last night that I was having an affair with Brendan Fraser. The tall lead actor in The Mummy movies. I don't know why him. But in the dream, in the affair he liked me a lot. That was the funny, very unlikely part. That it wasn't me, craving and longing for a man, it was vice versa. He actually lied to his wife about where he was just so he could come to meet me and spend some time with me out on the road in the desert somewhere.

Don't ask me it was a dream, I have no idea what I was doing out on a desert.

So, I remember him talking to her on the phone while I was there of course, but I pretended not to listen, he finished the conversation with, "I love you." You see he still loves her, then WTF is he doing with me. Then, I overheard him telling his friend, that though he still loves his wife, he just might leave her ina heartbeat if I wanted him to, but that I haven't.

Then, he left. So my friend asks me, why did I let him leave, I said, I didn't want to get him all excited about me, when he had a wife he obviously was in love with. That if I did let his niceness and his charm and those warm eyes get to me, I could get my heart broken badly. She agreed. But to my suprise Brendan came back to see me. He came to see me saying he couldn't stop thinking about me, and then....I woke up.

I don't know why his face or the idea of him came to me in my dream. Though he is a cute guy with an obviously warm heart, but I don't know why I dreamt about him. Maybe, my heart was finding a way to relax and somehow Brendan, who is so gentle, like a gentle giant with those soft green eyes of his---to me he has the softest eyes on a man---represented that.

Hang tight everyone.