January 25, 2004
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Ah, my head still hurts a bit, but at least I don’t feel like I’m going to hurl any more (just ate a big breakfast in fact). I really envy people who tell me they’ve never had a headache. Am I being selfish in thinking everyone should have headaches??? yeah, I guess so, but it just seems surreal that not everyone has chronic pain.
I love the bookstore, really I do, but I hate the mall. Darn people don’t know how to drive. Lunatics. Word to the wise… green means go the speed limit (or a little less, not 10-15 miles faster than the limit), yellow means slow down and prepare to stop (not go really super fast), and red means stop (or be rundown by opposing traffic). People, these are essential rules of driving. Did you get your license from a crackerjack box? You know… there’s never a cop when you want one.
Now, as promised, yesterday’s dream… it took place in that bizarre world of shops where I sometimes find myself. Unlike some sections of the bizarre, this was a permanent structure.
This time I was in an ‘antique shop,’ that is a junk shop with delusions of granduer. There was so much clutter and the windows were so obscurred that no light could get in.
The first floor was full of relatively normal junk shop clutter, but the second floor had several odd figures. Unfortunately, I only remember two of them, though I know there were others. There was a large suit of armor, for instance, that did something odd, but I don’t remember what.
The first figure I remember clearly was a Dorothy Gayle-type girl in a tapestry. At first she just winked at you if you looked at her. Then she made goofy faces which got progressively nastier. Then when you would start to turn away, she’d pull out a pitchfork as if to jab you (though she couldn’t obviously because she was in a tapestry). When you’d turn back, she’d tuck it behind her back and start winking again.
The other figure was a mannikin dressed as a golfer. It wore those goofy argyle socks and pants buttoned just bellow the knee, and of course the golf hat with a bright red pompom on top… what’s that called, a tam? The mannikin carried a golfbag on its back with golfclubs, but in its hands, it had a seal which was stretched out straight and solid. It would jab the seal out in front of itself, and the seal would yelp and say, “Hey man, it’s wet out there.”
Yup, I’m definitely nutters. No doubt about it.
Comments (4)
headaches suck!!! i get migranes all the time… and just pain from stress… i usually sleep it off… but hang in there!
With all the people in your head no wonder you have headaches!
Like Dorothy Gayle hmmm Wizard of Oz symbology. My friend if you were to ask the wizard for something what would it be? I think the shopping center you are always going to represents YOU or specifically your mind. What is innocent in your life that probably isn’t?
You have great dreams. I love the thought of a wicked, mischevious Dorothy. But what the hell does it mean? It might be symbolic. It might just mean you’re insane! I prefer the latter theory.
lol.. interesting dream..
I believe that every dream is symbolic for something in your life.. Dont u dream about whatever u last think about before falling asleep?
Thankyou so much for you long comment.. Its really appreciated..
Yea i kind of am interested in magic and spells and stuff like that.. but i know i am pretty ignorant aboout it.. I do know that its all about diffrent energies, and u foucusing you mind and thoughts (all energy forms) on something, that will come true later on.. im not sure thoogh, but i am really interested in it. I read about numerology and allot of that other stuff to.. not that it has much to do with that.. lol
my mind wanders allot
Im not sure if i reallly want to go talk to a school counciler.. ive had bad experiences with them..
in grade school i was sent to one everysingle day and i never wanted to go. they sent me there because i never smiled and always seemed unhappy.. it was because my grandma, who i was very close to and loved very much , was living with us, and she had her leg amutated e.t.c diabeties.. she died one day when i was at school.. i miss her.. i wonder if u can communicate with people after they die. i would really like to.. hmmn
sorry for getting off the subject.. lol so yea i went to the school counciler for that and because my dads a jerk and always got mad for small things..
in middle school.. i had only one friend.. i got very suicidal, and my mom knew and called , for some @#$ reason, my princible.. so i had to have a long abnoxious dicusion with him and my counciler..they sent me to some place to be evaluated for whether or not it was serious.. my mom and i went to talk to a lady who asked me a serious of questions about how ive considered killing myself, and just writing everything i said down all the time.. it was humanless… my impression is just that they really dont give a @#$#%…. they just get paid to do that…
But im starting to think diffrently about them..
maby il give it a shot.. but i doubt it…
thanks again!