All-day stream of consciousness

Today I was very contemplative. There wasn't anything particularly thought-provoking about the day except the dream I had in the morning, but I thought about everything. I thought about that dream - a dream where I went back to Portland and saw, in order but without a specific chronology, first my family, then my ex-boyfriend from high school, and last two of my friends that were a couple. Not my crazy night-owl friend from the big school. I thought about how I don't really mind acknowledging my oppression or my privilege, but it is awkward when I feel like I'm supposed to identify with some aspect of oppression yet actually don't. Everything I observed seemed to have significance - if not a thought-provoking quality then an aesthetic beauty. Even something as simple as steering my bike around a corner with my hands wrapped firmly around the handlebars and not poised to brake. Also the clouds, popcornlike, drifting slowly across the sky. I spent some time sitting at beautiful locations on campus, first doing homework and then just looking around. Listening to music. I thought about how my favorite state of mind is when I stop measuring my experience in words and numbers, when either thought or sensation overtake them. When two foci of my attention suddenly merge, and I don't have to tie them together, like in dance, when the steps and the music click together and it's not hard anymore. It's like those 3D books where two pictures sit next to each other and you cross your eyes, and once you have it right you don't have to struggle anymore to focus. I thought I might try to meet people over dinner, and I rode my bike to school for my afternoon class so I wouldn't have to think about the bus schedule at night, but I left campus before dark and ate dinner at home anyway. I just wasn't in the mood for people.