anima mundi
- Date
- 24 August 2008
- Time
- 10:31
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- Categories
- peace corps stage
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Ok I’m going to write about another malaria dream and it’s kind of weird. First, a little context. There are dung beetles everywhere here, so they’re on my mind. You can’t really lay on the ground at night without them crawling up your pants and whatnot, it’s kind of annoying. I’m sure you’ve seen their pictures on tv. They’re always rolling little balls of crap around with their back legs, which is funny because there is no way they can see where they’re going like that. Where are they going? What are they going to do with it when they get there?
So there’s that.
Anyway, the dream started out that I was a pile of shit- as in manure. I know that sounds pretty bad for dream interpretation purposes, but it wasn’t really. It didn’t have any of the shit connotation, per se; it wasn’t any different than being something like a chair, or a piece of string.
So there I was, lying there, doing what shit does. Not really thinking about anything, just being myself. Then this dung beetle starts rolling me up, and I thought, hey, this isn’t how I thought it was going to be, and it was really stressful. The dung beetle rolled me around for a little bit and when we got to the place where dung beetles take dung, it started eating me. I was really upset about the whole thing.
Being dung, I didn’t have any sensory organs or anything. I don’t feel that these things were happening, I just knew. I had an idea of what was going on with my self and that was about it. So being eaten didn’t hurt or anything, it just really bothered me. And I got to thinking that, you know, this doesn’t really hurt, and in the end it is probably right that this dung beetle should eat me. I am dung and it is a dung beetle, and I should try to accept the rightness of that arrangement. After all I probably came to be through a similar arrangement.
When I let it go I became the dung beetle that was previously (voraciously) eating me. As my self percolated into its, its jaws slowed and we thought, wow, I had no idea that dung had that experience, I have had a totally wrong attitude toward my food. Then I went back to eating.
That was the dream.
I have completely given up on having pictures be related to the articles.
Without these ladies this village would fall apart.
cooking for a village
why did god have to make me so delicious?
Ram bonafa! There is no way this meal could have been better.
This girl is freaking adorable. Also, bucket of bissap.
Language class - Huley, Khalidou, Jeneba, Haroun, Baila
laying around before the big party
laying around before the big party
laying around before the big party
ha ha I ruined a perfectly good picture





























