fer chrissakes, is all I can do whine?
Yesterday I dreamed that my dead sister's youngest son (not the bipolar sociopath) wanted to know if he was born bad and I tried to reassure him that if he was asking me that he was not in fact a psychopath. I woke up very tired.
Today I dreamed that my dead sister was a zombie* and she was following me around (duh, no problem seeing some underlying meaning there) and she was trying to communicate and in the dream I realized that I was dreaming and was trying to fix things so she could communicate but every time I got one thing fixed, another went wrong (not unlike my life) and all the while she is following me and pawing at me, no fine motor control ya know, she's a zombie. I kept telling her that I was doing my best, to be patient, but it was very difficult to get anything done. (Again with the duh and no hidden message or anything there) THEN I woke up. I was dreaming that I was lucid dreaming and my sister was there. I was understandably unhappy to be woken at 5am with this. More unhappy was the feeling of presence and overwhelming dread. I slept with the light on** after that, for safety. I woke up again feeling very tired. How much does this suck.
*Ironically, my sister was plagued her whole life by terrifying zombie dreams and lived in complete abject fear of zombies.
**And more irony here, as a small child I would sleep in her bed because I was afraid of the dark and she made it safe.
Today I dreamed that my dead sister was a zombie* and she was following me around (duh, no problem seeing some underlying meaning there) and she was trying to communicate and in the dream I realized that I was dreaming and was trying to fix things so she could communicate but every time I got one thing fixed, another went wrong (not unlike my life) and all the while she is following me and pawing at me, no fine motor control ya know, she's a zombie. I kept telling her that I was doing my best, to be patient, but it was very difficult to get anything done. (Again with the duh and no hidden message or anything there) THEN I woke up. I was dreaming that I was lucid dreaming and my sister was there. I was understandably unhappy to be woken at 5am with this. More unhappy was the feeling of presence and overwhelming dread. I slept with the light on** after that, for safety. I woke up again feeling very tired. How much does this suck.
*Ironically, my sister was plagued her whole life by terrifying zombie dreams and lived in complete abject fear of zombies.
**And more irony here, as a small child I would sleep in her bed because I was afraid of the dark and she made it safe.