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[from yesterday, doi:I got seltzer water and Ezekiel cereal, someone recommended Ezekiel bread to me, though I haven't yet found it at Kroger. But I did see the cereal today. No sugar, just bean sprouts and seeds, no grain. I had it with frozen berries and almond milk. Yum. I am really liking almondmilk. I like the kind that is half almond, half coconut, just for the taste but it's hard to find.]
I woke up after a weird, kind of sick feeling dream, about my older brother and Rosie O'Donnell, a Barbie briefcase of faux tortoiseshell. I was just fascinated by this, then woke up and am now thinking, how weird it was, it ended up with Rosie O'Donnell and some plastic balls that you could embroider and make Xmas ornaments out of them, & she crocheted or knitted them so that you could play a game with them, really complicated and skilled but also as useless as any of the games people get addicted to, was played partly under the table ledge; so I'm guessing that some of this is about something under the table.
I had a dream about that before, someone I know lived on a certain street, & I dreamed I was walking on that street, the property of my highschool on the righthand, and this guy's street on the left, jutting adjacently from the street I was on. I dreamed my brother gave me a glass of brown rice, literally under a table I used to own, passed it to me.
There was a sick feeling to the dream, a tightness or pressure, and just murky, a forced feeling. Some of it was kind of personal, so maybe it has to do with that. I woke up angry at my mother, do not know why.
I had also had a dream previous to that, Stephen Spielberg and his kids and Kate Capshaw were in it, Kate looked surprisingly older, or rather that she had not taken care of herself well. Her cheeks were really sagging making less of her cheekbones. That reminded me of Goldie Hawn rather.
Listening to Pastor JD, just started. Gog, Magog, to attack Israel.
I woke up after a weird, kind of sick feeling dream, about my older brother and Rosie O'Donnell, a Barbie briefcase of faux tortoiseshell. I was just fascinated by this, then woke up and am now thinking, how weird it was, it ended up with Rosie O'Donnell and some plastic balls that you could embroider and make Xmas ornaments out of them, & she crocheted or knitted them so that you could play a game with them, really complicated and skilled but also as useless as any of the games people get addicted to, was played partly under the table ledge; so I'm guessing that some of this is about something under the table.
I had a dream about that before, someone I know lived on a certain street, & I dreamed I was walking on that street, the property of my highschool on the righthand, and this guy's street on the left, jutting adjacently from the street I was on. I dreamed my brother gave me a glass of brown rice, literally under a table I used to own, passed it to me.
There was a sick feeling to the dream, a tightness or pressure, and just murky, a forced feeling. Some of it was kind of personal, so maybe it has to do with that. I woke up angry at my mother, do not know why.
I had also had a dream previous to that, Stephen Spielberg and his kids and Kate Capshaw were in it, Kate looked surprisingly older, or rather that she had not taken care of herself well. Her cheeks were really sagging making less of her cheekbones. That reminded me of Goldie Hawn rather.
Listening to Pastor JD, just started. Gog, Magog, to attack Israel.