Deja vu dreams
Sometimes I have dreams that have a sort of a déjà vu feeling in them, I have never had them before but I feel like I have had them before.
Last night I had a dream where I went to the library near my first high school and read Adrian Mole diaries.
I also had a dream where I went to Late Winds. I had scratched images into my skin, and used the dust from the scabs to make them visible. I also chewed gum, even if I hate chewing gum.
In another dream, I walked through frightening landscapes to go to the high school I mentioned earlier.
I got up at noon, took my morning meds, changed from nightie into a bathrobe, and had coffee while playing Pokémon Go.
I paid the municipal taxi bill, and then I did the minimalist morning skincare regiment, put deodorant into my armpits and basic lotion on my skin, and got dressed.
Speaking of getting dressed, I am going to give away some of my dresses and skirts and stuff, to pare down my collection of clothes to just the essentials. I am giving them to Mirette so she can sell them, she needs and deserves the money.
I left and went shopping. I bought two greeting cards and a postage stamp from the stationery shop, two small tubes of skin cream and a Vicks Sinex nasalspray from the pharmacy, and four liters of oat milk and Veet hair removal from the supermarket.
I went back home. I felt so angry and delusional that I took a tranquilizer. I also tried to meditate, and then I called the national crisis helpline, and talked a bit. Then I felt better.
I went back home, later that day Mirette came over. We took a bus to another town and went to Horror Shop just before it was closed to give Perkele his birthday card and Valentine's day card. I should visit that shop more often and also buy something from there, because I want to support independent shops.
We took a bus back to my hometown, and I took another bus to my parents' home.
Mom made me a cup of coffee. I talked with her, and then I kissed both mom and dad good- bye and left.
In the evening, I took a bus back home, and mailed two greeting cards.
Once back home, I took my evening meds, brushed my teeth, applied cortisone lotion and basic lotion on my itchy legs (I am trying to psyche myself into rubbing itchy areas with my hands instead of scratching with my nails), and did the minimalist evening skincare regiment.
I washed laundry, so I could have clean face masks tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework; change the towels and bed sheets, take out the recycling, and tidy up the bathroom.
I will go to Furby's Valentine's day party.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents. They will give me the weekly allowance, and I will call my granny.
Last night I had a dream where I went to the library near my first high school and read Adrian Mole diaries.
I also had a dream where I went to Late Winds. I had scratched images into my skin, and used the dust from the scabs to make them visible. I also chewed gum, even if I hate chewing gum.
In another dream, I walked through frightening landscapes to go to the high school I mentioned earlier.
I got up at noon, took my morning meds, changed from nightie into a bathrobe, and had coffee while playing Pokémon Go.
I paid the municipal taxi bill, and then I did the minimalist morning skincare regiment, put deodorant into my armpits and basic lotion on my skin, and got dressed.
Speaking of getting dressed, I am going to give away some of my dresses and skirts and stuff, to pare down my collection of clothes to just the essentials. I am giving them to Mirette so she can sell them, she needs and deserves the money.
I left and went shopping. I bought two greeting cards and a postage stamp from the stationery shop, two small tubes of skin cream and a Vicks Sinex nasalspray from the pharmacy, and four liters of oat milk and Veet hair removal from the supermarket.
I went back home. I felt so angry and delusional that I took a tranquilizer. I also tried to meditate, and then I called the national crisis helpline, and talked a bit. Then I felt better.
I went back home, later that day Mirette came over. We took a bus to another town and went to Horror Shop just before it was closed to give Perkele his birthday card and Valentine's day card. I should visit that shop more often and also buy something from there, because I want to support independent shops.
We took a bus back to my hometown, and I took another bus to my parents' home.
Mom made me a cup of coffee. I talked with her, and then I kissed both mom and dad good- bye and left.
In the evening, I took a bus back home, and mailed two greeting cards.
Once back home, I took my evening meds, brushed my teeth, applied cortisone lotion and basic lotion on my itchy legs (I am trying to psyche myself into rubbing itchy areas with my hands instead of scratching with my nails), and did the minimalist evening skincare regiment.
I washed laundry, so I could have clean face masks tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework; change the towels and bed sheets, take out the recycling, and tidy up the bathroom.
I will go to Furby's Valentine's day party.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents. They will give me the weekly allowance, and I will call my granny.