Waiting in Wonderland

I ordered seven lovely books to occupy my time as I apply to jobs yesterday, and now I'm in the processes of waiting for them. This is probably the worse part due to my impatience and unrelenting need to feed my literature craving. I used to feel that with my active imagination and descriptive nature I could write a book, and although I still feel that way my lack of concentration is far too large an obstacle. Maybe I have Attention Deficit Disorder like my mother says, but I'm too poor and proud to get examined by a professional. Speaking about my mother, I'm secretly waiting for something to be delivered to her as well. I ordered her a customized mug with my boyfriend and my names on it so she can feel close to me even though I'm so far away. This Christmas I plan to visit my family by way of a train to New Orleans from a station in Palm Springs. It is going to be an exciting adventure, and I will stay with my parents for just over two weeks. So I seem to be waiting for many things to happen, but at least some will not take much time to bare fruit. I had an interesting dream though last night, and it reminded me of Alice in Wonderland. I had joined a school for witches and was discussing the courses with the concealer when she told me the only way to get to my next class was to ride down a slide. It was an intricate network of slides that went everywhere, and mine took me underground. As I crawled through a tunnel to the next slide I saw a small ornate door in a nook off to the side. It was maybe two feet high, but when I opened it there was another smaller door. After I opened that one an even smaller door was behind it and it was surrounded by red velvet. When it opened I looked inside and there was a key hole, but when I peeked inside the hole it was like looking though a kaleidoscope of pearls and gold. Then way in the back was a small ruby in the shape of a heart that had a tiny door handle on it and I knew it would open if I could get to it. When I leaned back a piece of the velvet surrounding the door fell open and there were two folded up papers inside. The first was some type of weird almanac, but the second was a list of this I had to have to reach the last door. On the list was an almanac, a locket, a shell broach, two emerald earrings, a set of specially made walnut and silver top containers to keep the items in, a bag of dust, and a key. These all were found behind the papers in the hidden compartment, but before I could use the dust I woke up. How anticlimactic is that?