Dreaaaams. dreams dreams dreams. that i loved you;
Just was woken up from a pretty strange dream.
I met some guy (who reminds me of Will, retrospectively. but it wasn't him.) and ended up sleeping with him. The sex was mediocre.And we were all living at Alan Circle. the basement was my bedroom, and the bed was huge. I had to go get the mail, so I did, and when I came back he was gone. And he had left a little dog named Fuzzy behind. he looked like this.
And was very affectionate.
Anyhow, Dad wanted me to fix a computer, phillip wanted help with his playing-the-recorder homework, morgan wanted something and mom wanted something else. Dad used knowing I slept with aforementioned dude in order to try and make me help them.
And to fit the pattern of a lot of dreams I have, I react very strongly to this wee bit of pressure. I freaked out at Dad, how DARE he speak about my personal life in such a derogatory and manipulative manner (this is something he would never ever do, by the way. not like this, anyway.) and they all want something and it's not like I'm screwing off I'm WORKING ON IT.
So Fuzzy and I went to the livingroom and cuddled. And Gnarles Barkley woke me up.
GET THIS, THOUGH.
06:28:26) Me: I woke up cause the phone rang.
(06:28:27) Me: get this.
(06:28:43) Me: the nurse is like, "Can you call them at 7:30 and let them know I'll be out?"
(06:28:48) Me: uhh, no. I'm calling them now.
(06:31:34) Me: I don't want to chance sleeping through it because of my fever
(06:31:44) Me: and I don't want them to have less notice than I got.
Christ knows I'd rather wake up to the phone and know a nurse isn't coming than wake up naturally and find out AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER THAN THE AGENCY KNEW that she wasn't coming.
HONESTLY.
I met some guy (who reminds me of Will, retrospectively. but it wasn't him.) and ended up sleeping with him. The sex was mediocre.And we were all living at Alan Circle. the basement was my bedroom, and the bed was huge. I had to go get the mail, so I did, and when I came back he was gone. And he had left a little dog named Fuzzy behind. he looked like this.
And was very affectionate.
Anyhow, Dad wanted me to fix a computer, phillip wanted help with his playing-the-recorder homework, morgan wanted something and mom wanted something else. Dad used knowing I slept with aforementioned dude in order to try and make me help them.
And to fit the pattern of a lot of dreams I have, I react very strongly to this wee bit of pressure. I freaked out at Dad, how DARE he speak about my personal life in such a derogatory and manipulative manner (this is something he would never ever do, by the way. not like this, anyway.) and they all want something and it's not like I'm screwing off I'm WORKING ON IT.
So Fuzzy and I went to the livingroom and cuddled. And Gnarles Barkley woke me up.
GET THIS, THOUGH.
06:28:26) Me: I woke up cause the phone rang.
(06:28:27) Me: get this.
(06:28:43) Me: the nurse is like, "Can you call them at 7:30 and let them know I'll be out?"
(06:28:48) Me: uhh, no. I'm calling them now.
(06:31:34) Me: I don't want to chance sleeping through it because of my fever
(06:31:44) Me: and I don't want them to have less notice than I got.
Christ knows I'd rather wake up to the phone and know a nurse isn't coming than wake up naturally and find out AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER THAN THE AGENCY KNEW that she wasn't coming.
HONESTLY.