Dreaming
I dreamed last night that I was in a bed (In A bed, not IN BED) with a skeleton at the foot of it. The person had died, rotted, and had been there since. I think at some point a pirate climbed into bed with me. I had the impression that he was my boyfriend and he didn’t seem at all concerned about the bony man in the bed with us.
I do keep a dream diary, but a lot of them I’m almost ashamed to write down because they are so vivid and sexual and violent. I really wish I knew the psychology behind my dreams. If that ever happens I bet I’d have to make my home in a nice white room with comfy soft walls.
Not to mention how crappy and weak and tired I’ve been feeling lately. At first it was just occasionally, and now it’s every day.
I do see a correlation between weakness and the lack of food. And not in the ‘lost in the desert haven’t eaten for a week’ kind of way. I mean skip lunch and my knees turn to jell-o way. A phone call to my doctor for a blood test is how I’m going to start my day.
Wish me luck.
I do keep a dream diary, but a lot of them I’m almost ashamed to write down because they are so vivid and sexual and violent. I really wish I knew the psychology behind my dreams. If that ever happens I bet I’d have to make my home in a nice white room with comfy soft walls.
Not to mention how crappy and weak and tired I’ve been feeling lately. At first it was just occasionally, and now it’s every day.
I do see a correlation between weakness and the lack of food. And not in the ‘lost in the desert haven’t eaten for a week’ kind of way. I mean skip lunch and my knees turn to jell-o way. A phone call to my doctor for a blood test is how I’m going to start my day.
Wish me luck.