November 15, 2004

  • I dreamed I went to an alternate Earth or a future one. There I was taken in by a group of people with criminal connections.  They weren’t organized crime, but many people in the group were corrupt. I’m not exactly sure what kind of group they were; I don’t think government, but something in a similar vein because they had many of the same privileges. The group wanted me because they wanted to know how I could travel to other worlds.


    But one of their group went rogue or was a double agent and convinced me to escape with him, even though no one in the group had threatened me (yet). We went driving down the wrong side of a very busy highway, but this was permissable because of his status within the group. In fact, it was a common occurence for people within the group to drive against oncoming traffick…


    Then I dreamed my sister wanted to walk to a convenience store, but it was a very cold night and she was dressed in a semi-fancy dress without a coat. And the convenience store was several miles away. So I insisted that I’d drive her, even though she didn’t want the ride.


    When we got to the store, she disappeared, but I went to visit a friend who lived nearby. When I reached her home, I couldn’t communicate with any of her family, and they didn’t seem inclined to talk to me either, but she said not to worry because they were French. I told her my sister didn’t have a coat and asked if I could borrow one. She said sure, and led me to a box of coats, but when I pulled one out, there was a litter of pigs in the box and they scampered all over the place like kittens.  They were adorable and my friend asked me if I’d like to keep one, even though her family stood around like extras from a Tale of Two Cities frowning at me as if I’d done something wrong.


    **  **  **


    Nothing new on my family situation. My mother and her boyfriend went to a psychologist yesterday. My mother cleans for the lady and she traded pay for a session. My mother said it was good just to have someone listen to them.


    Did I say my sister freaked out on me? I forget. She called for my mom, and I told her as I took the phone up to my mother that I didn’t believe what our brother had been saying. She practically screamed at me that she wasn’t taking sides, but if she was, she’d side with my brother whether she believed him or not. Hmmm, that’s not taking sides, eh?


    My mom told me her BF’s thrown out all his porn and told her he was sorry he had ever brought it into her house. He also apologized to me for “ever doing or saying anything to make me feel bad or uncomfortable.” Exact words. I wonder if the psychologist suggested that. My brother got released from his “evaluation” today. Not that he actually got evaluated, as far as he’s told my mom. I assume they’re at the same psychologist my mom and her BF went to yesterday.


    My mom’s BF is still very quiet, hardly speaks. He’s eating a little more than he has been, but not by much. (I’ve seen him feed most of it to the dog when no one’s looking.) He came home from work this morning, so I’m not sure what’s up with that. Maybe he was just feeling too weak from not eating and barely sleeping… not a good combination for carrying around heavy materials and climbing ladders to work on roofs.

Comments (5)

  • Have you read Dianetics, by L. Ron Hubbard?  That book will do you more good than a barrel of psychologists.:Seeall:

    I wish I could dream that lucidly.  All I get is snippets.:dunce:

    I’m still on waiting to see how cheap the talk is.

    :Watching:

  • :Watching:In fact, it was a common occurence for people within the group to drive against oncoming traffick… <—-your dreams always manage to be entertaining..

  • how come ur moms bf doesnt eat?? sounds weird to me… no offense implied

  • Hey, I want to apologize for being kind of a jerk about the drug thing. I was too harsh and too quick to dismiss your point of view. I realize that a lot of people fuck up their lives, and worse, other people’s lives with drug abuse. For me, it’s still “not a war on drugs, it’s a war on personal freedom.” but I should be more sympathetic to those who have been hurt by others who would choose getting high over loving their friends and family.

    :P atty:
    Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
    Count your gains instead of your losses.
    Count your joys instead of your woes;
    Count your friends instead of your foes.
    Count your smiles instead of your tears;
    Count your courage instead of your fears.
    Count your full years instead of your lean;
    Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
    Count your health instead of your wealth;
    Love your neighbor as much as yourself.
    :Luck:
     

  • Where the hell are you??  You’ve got me really worried…

    Thinking of you…GFW

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