Dec 16, 2014 08:15
And so it begins. Dreamt (more than once) of running through a dark city in fear, needing to get home to Darryl. First time, there was a young child (a boy?) running with me, trying to keep up with me. The other time I was desperately trying to get tickets to a show Darryl and I were supposed to go to, and we were very late, but because I refused to wear makeup (I was an actor in other shows in the same theatre), I wasn't allowed to buy them. I was driving and running around frantically trying to figure out a way to get them while Darryl was home waiting for me. I was frustrated and angry and panicked but determined: regardless, I was not going to wear the makeup.
I don't know in which order I had these dreams but I awoke crying and whimpering and terrified. It continued for quite a while after I was awake and I tried to hide under the covers and under Darryl.
My stomach turmoil continues.
Welcome back, old friend.
Regardless, up and out. Got to get to work. I own my life. You do not.
i-love-my-hubby,
promise-to-me,
overwhelmed,
dreams,
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depression,
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deciding