Strange dreams
I had strange dreams two nights in a row. Two nights ago, I had a Britanna dream, but I cannot remember anything more than Brittany trying to make Santana's favorite stew, but she was afraid of turning the oven on and burning the house down, so she just let it soak hoping the warm air would cook it for her or somehtig like that. When Santana found out, she laughed, kissed her head, then kissed her lips before turning the oven on. She said they could have pizza for dinner and the stew the next day.
I almost want to write this.
The dream I had last night felt a bit intense. I was in college here, and I had a white cat with black spots on it, much like my sister's cat faith, only smaller. And I think mine was a boy. I loved him so much and he loved me. I think he was also a somewhat outdoor cat, because I let him out. I was taken out of my dorm room by Bitchface, who took me back up to Seattle without me knowing what was happening or when I was getting back, and I started to freak out when I got there. I wanted to go back and get my cat, but time had passed and apperently the pound would have picked him up by then, so I tried to call the Thursten county animal shelter so I could get my cat back, but my mother was like 'it's too late, he's probably been adopted by now or uthenized. I started screaming at her to take me to Olympia and she just wouldn't do it. Made excuses with me longer than it would have taken her to just drive me down there. She asked me why I wanted this cat when the other cat looked like him, and when I have a dog there. I yelled back at her that it wasn't my cat, it was Shaunte's cat. It wasn't my dog, it was her dog. I never had a cat or a dog that was mine, but both of my sisters have. My mother always made excuses in real life as to why I never could have a dog or a cat, and yet she would allow it when my sisters brought a cat home, or allowed it when she BOUGHT Blue, a great Dane. I went to my room, and it was my old bunch bed, and the cat that was the same type of cat as mine went up to me and touched their nose to mine and just sat there with me until Bitchface came in and picked him up and rubbed in the fact that my cat was probably dead and hers was there and so cute and yadda yadda yadda. Itook her by the throat and pushed her out of my room and then went back in and sobbed.
So, I know why I had this dream, since it was set in my mother's old house before it had been demolished and rebuilt upon like 12 or 13 years ago. Those bitter and angry feelings I had about all of that was sort of how I felt when my mother wouldn't let me have a dog or cat but would let my sisters have a dog or cat. I also went to a play last night and the actors in it were yelling and doing really well with that, and I wished that I could act like that. Plus, things aren't well with Shiney in my opinion, so I can see why there was so much hurt and frustration and anger in my dream last night.
Erin
I almost want to write this.
The dream I had last night felt a bit intense. I was in college here, and I had a white cat with black spots on it, much like my sister's cat faith, only smaller. And I think mine was a boy. I loved him so much and he loved me. I think he was also a somewhat outdoor cat, because I let him out. I was taken out of my dorm room by Bitchface, who took me back up to Seattle without me knowing what was happening or when I was getting back, and I started to freak out when I got there. I wanted to go back and get my cat, but time had passed and apperently the pound would have picked him up by then, so I tried to call the Thursten county animal shelter so I could get my cat back, but my mother was like 'it's too late, he's probably been adopted by now or uthenized. I started screaming at her to take me to Olympia and she just wouldn't do it. Made excuses with me longer than it would have taken her to just drive me down there. She asked me why I wanted this cat when the other cat looked like him, and when I have a dog there. I yelled back at her that it wasn't my cat, it was Shaunte's cat. It wasn't my dog, it was her dog. I never had a cat or a dog that was mine, but both of my sisters have. My mother always made excuses in real life as to why I never could have a dog or a cat, and yet she would allow it when my sisters brought a cat home, or allowed it when she BOUGHT Blue, a great Dane. I went to my room, and it was my old bunch bed, and the cat that was the same type of cat as mine went up to me and touched their nose to mine and just sat there with me until Bitchface came in and picked him up and rubbed in the fact that my cat was probably dead and hers was there and so cute and yadda yadda yadda. Itook her by the throat and pushed her out of my room and then went back in and sobbed.
So, I know why I had this dream, since it was set in my mother's old house before it had been demolished and rebuilt upon like 12 or 13 years ago. Those bitter and angry feelings I had about all of that was sort of how I felt when my mother wouldn't let me have a dog or cat but would let my sisters have a dog or cat. I also went to a play last night and the actors in it were yelling and doing really well with that, and I wished that I could act like that. Plus, things aren't well with Shiney in my opinion, so I can see why there was so much hurt and frustration and anger in my dream last night.
Erin