Changes and Dreams
I'm going to prepare a lot of changes for the site locally, so in the meantime, the main page won't change much.
Meanwhile I'll also try figuring out what I'll put here - I think a dream diary would be fun, as I've always wanted one but never committed to the idea. Maybe sharing it makes for enough a motivation to keep it updated.
In last night's dream, a lot happened, but most of it I don't recall. At some point I was at some sort of conference and stealing random stuff like boxcutters and other small items. The more interesting part came after - me and other people (I rarely dream of specific friends or loved-ones in my dreams, so for the most part, they just become nondescript people that change depending on the situation and only generally represent people in real life) were walking down the cobblestone roads of an old town. It was pretty uneven and there were tram lines everywhere. I don't remember where we were headed, only that walking there took a long time and that something terrible had happened. I remember hearing people from far, far away talk about me, even though I wasn't anywhere near them myself. There was also a woman walking on the other side of the road in the same direction as us, holding a child in her arms and singing lullabies to it, except that it were soviet war songs that I vaguely recognized and hummed along to. I don't recall quite which ones, except for Dark is the Night.