Sick with Dreams
Jan. 19th, 2003 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlI have the beginnings of a cold. Our grand plans of biking to the Sandia Foot Hills was forgone in lieu of me having a nap and eating Sweet Hearts ("Be Mine!" "Ok").
I've had plenty of dreams lately. Lots of stressful dreams. The kind that have me crying with frustration, in the dream.
Last night I dreamed my brother and I went shopping at a mall. We were there for a very long time, and got very little. I chose a blank videotape. Waiting in line I scared him by pointing out a cute black fuzzy platypus next to us (it was alive) but it disappeared when he went to look at it. I threw my arms around him to calm him down, but it felt wrong to me to touch him like that. Then I left without paying for my 39 cent videotape, while he was paying for his thing. We drove around in the parking lot looking for our car until I realized we were in it. Then we drove towards the exit, but couldn't get out, and a truck almost killed us, and then we had to fight some bad guys.
Today I dreamed that I yelled at my father, screamed at him because he had been treating me so poorly for the last 6 months, which had culminated in me coming home one day to them being ready to move (the entire house was empty, with bright marks on the floor where the furniture and appliances had been).
Then I dreamed that I was a super spy with a license to kill.
I don't feel so well, but I'm also kind of bored. I look forward to when Cam comes to visit. I hope I'm better by then.
I've had plenty of dreams lately. Lots of stressful dreams. The kind that have me crying with frustration, in the dream.
Last night I dreamed my brother and I went shopping at a mall. We were there for a very long time, and got very little. I chose a blank videotape. Waiting in line I scared him by pointing out a cute black fuzzy platypus next to us (it was alive) but it disappeared when he went to look at it. I threw my arms around him to calm him down, but it felt wrong to me to touch him like that. Then I left without paying for my 39 cent videotape, while he was paying for his thing. We drove around in the parking lot looking for our car until I realized we were in it. Then we drove towards the exit, but couldn't get out, and a truck almost killed us, and then we had to fight some bad guys.
Today I dreamed that I yelled at my father, screamed at him because he had been treating me so poorly for the last 6 months, which had culminated in me coming home one day to them being ready to move (the entire house was empty, with bright marks on the floor where the furniture and appliances had been).
Then I dreamed that I was a super spy with a license to kill.
I don't feel so well, but I'm also kind of bored. I look forward to when Cam comes to visit. I hope I'm better by then.
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Date: 2003-01-19 06:13 pm (UTC)