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A few nights ago, I had a very vivid dream about my dog. I had the ability to gain access to the afterlife, which is kind of parcelled out to people the way they want to live their afterlife.
My dog was in a green field. The sun made the colors so incredibly vivid, that they were almost blinding, but in a good way. I didn't have to shield my eyes...the blinding colors did not hurt. I saw her lying down, and I ran over and hugged her, told her I missed her and will always love her. I looked up to see a nice older couple and realized that they were taking care of her. She seemed happy, and that made me happy...but she seemed like she almost didn't recognize me.
I woke up crying.
At least I got to see her one last time. I mean, I don't believe in any sort of validation when it comes to dreams and ephereal connections or anything, but it was like my brain knew I had to get over it and created a sort of closure. I was beating up myself too much for not seeing her, and so I guess my subconscious decided to create a scenario to make me feel better. And...for some reason...it did make me feel better. What little closure the dream gave me was good. It will make it hurt less.
I went home for Thanksgiving and it was great. Good to see my family and friends. Went and saw Boris at Empty Bottle, and they were perfect, yet again. My left year was ringing for two days afterward.
I need to start writing more. I realize that I am forgetting basic spelling and grammar, which is very frightening. Plus, I used to just love to write. Where the hell did that go?
I think I need to cut my beard. It is getting way too unruly, and people are really starting to give me disgusted looks. I was able to fit 17-19 pencils in my beard over the weekend. That is just wrong.
My dog was in a green field. The sun made the colors so incredibly vivid, that they were almost blinding, but in a good way. I didn't have to shield my eyes...the blinding colors did not hurt. I saw her lying down, and I ran over and hugged her, told her I missed her and will always love her. I looked up to see a nice older couple and realized that they were taking care of her. She seemed happy, and that made me happy...but she seemed like she almost didn't recognize me.
I woke up crying.
At least I got to see her one last time. I mean, I don't believe in any sort of validation when it comes to dreams and ephereal connections or anything, but it was like my brain knew I had to get over it and created a sort of closure. I was beating up myself too much for not seeing her, and so I guess my subconscious decided to create a scenario to make me feel better. And...for some reason...it did make me feel better. What little closure the dream gave me was good. It will make it hurt less.
I went home for Thanksgiving and it was great. Good to see my family and friends. Went and saw Boris at Empty Bottle, and they were perfect, yet again. My left year was ringing for two days afterward.
I need to start writing more. I realize that I am forgetting basic spelling and grammar, which is very frightening. Plus, I used to just love to write. Where the hell did that go?
I think I need to cut my beard. It is getting way too unruly, and people are really starting to give me disgusted looks. I was able to fit 17-19 pencils in my beard over the weekend. That is just wrong.