3066: Dream
The title and avatar make this look like a more pleasant post than it is =p
I woke up this morning to the alarm, thankfully NOT sleeping through it. However, I did wake up to find my left middle and ring fingers digging DEEP into my [left] palm and cutting off circulation, though I was sleeping on my right side at the time... =( My hand has subsequently been in a state of ghost numbness the entire day, which is a little unsettling. I don't recall my dream/nightmare at the time of the alarm being that noteworthy, either--my [menopausal] mother revealing a new baby boy she had just delivered, named [horrifically] E.T. XB~~~
It's that or the open-air bathroom stalls. >_< My subconscious hates me, I just know it. Either way, I'm... not afraid of clenching my fist ever again, but it certainly doesn't feel comfortable anymore.
Vaguely relatedly, I was at the grocery behind a couple with their infant and decided to take a peek to make my decide [or cement my decide] while they loaded up the belt. S/he wasn't crying or gurgling or anything--just kind of taking in the scene--but I was still nervous all the same. S/he looked cute, but also like a really expensive toy that would cause a lot of trouble if something happened to it. Really, I will never be ready to have a child, because I will never be prepared to handle that kind of stress in the event of an emergency... sorry, Mom and Dad, Mum and Pa... y'all got sons, tho XB
Photos tomorrow, maybe. I feel like I can save time posting them all at once, but it also feels like I just add to the pile without ever depleting it... =/ I've always had this complex about "losing" memories forever without the 2D slices of time we call pictures, but there's only so much a person can collect without being burdened down, and sometimes I just say sod it. [Even so, I do feel for Mum having lost like twelve years of them to failure to back-up a bad harddrive...]
I woke up this morning to the alarm, thankfully NOT sleeping through it. However, I did wake up to find my left middle and ring fingers digging DEEP into my [left] palm and cutting off circulation, though I was sleeping on my right side at the time... =( My hand has subsequently been in a state of ghost numbness the entire day, which is a little unsettling. I don't recall my dream/nightmare at the time of the alarm being that noteworthy, either--my [menopausal] mother revealing a new baby boy she had just delivered, named [horrifically] E.T. XB~~~
It's that or the open-air bathroom stalls. >_< My subconscious hates me, I just know it. Either way, I'm... not afraid of clenching my fist ever again, but it certainly doesn't feel comfortable anymore.
Vaguely relatedly, I was at the grocery behind a couple with their infant and decided to take a peek to make my decide [or cement my decide] while they loaded up the belt. S/he wasn't crying or gurgling or anything--just kind of taking in the scene--but I was still nervous all the same. S/he looked cute, but also like a really expensive toy that would cause a lot of trouble if something happened to it. Really, I will never be ready to have a child, because I will never be prepared to handle that kind of stress in the event of an emergency... sorry, Mom and Dad, Mum and Pa... y'all got sons, tho XB
Photos tomorrow, maybe. I feel like I can save time posting them all at once, but it also feels like I just add to the pile without ever depleting it... =/ I've always had this complex about "losing" memories forever without the 2D slices of time we call pictures, but there's only so much a person can collect without being burdened down, and sometimes I just say sod it. [Even so, I do feel for Mum having lost like twelve years of them to failure to back-up a bad harddrive...]